The secret underground

Once there lived a little pixie called Freddle. His name was odd because three witches called him that. He had forgotten his real name. He worked all day and all night and never ate some proper food.

 

One day he was alone in the castle for the witches had gone to ride their broomstick. The pixie was very hungry and had no meal. He bumped into a spot of light under a rock, he wondered if he could go there. So he lifted the rock and went in. It was really dark and there were stairs so the pixie had to go and get a torch.

 

Freddle went deeper and deeper he was really curious of where it led to. “The witches must have made them.” He thought. The underground stopped at the bottom ,there were a large door and it made Freddle say the past word but no matter what he said the door would not open. “It must be only for witches.” He thought. The door would not open; at last the pixie lost his temper and kicked the door. Suddenly it opened and more steps appeared and he walked down. Then he saw light he thought this was really strange.

 

The cave had a door Freddle would not dare to open , he thought that the witches might be there but they were not. It was a very old man and he asked him if he could help. He was really an old wizard who was making spells. He got really mad when he found out that the pixie was just here to escape. But he told the pixie the next cave and went forward.

The pixie went to the next cave walked for such a long time that he was really tired from all the walking.

 

The light was from pixie land. He went home and soon he told his parent what had happened.