Mr. F.G. sighed again, but he called Fairy Tale Vacations and arranged everything.
The next morning they flew out of Forest Airport. A few hours later they arrived at Club Enchantment, their vacation destination.
“Ah, this is the life,” said the Fairy Godmother as Mr. F.G. unpacked their suitcases. “Sun, sea, and sand! I can feel myself relaxing already.”
Mr. and Mrs. F.G. spent the day swimming, sunbathing, and reading books.
In the evening they had dinner at The Magic Spoon, Club Enchantment’s best restaurant.
The band was really cool, and the food was a thousand times better than Mr. F.G.’s cooking.
But the Fairy Godmother didn’t seem too happy.
“Those dwarfs over there are staring at me,” she whispered.
“Oh no, I don’t think they are, dear,” murmured Mr. F.G., who was diving into his dinner. “This lobster is terrific. You really should try some.”
“They are staring at me, and I don’t like it,” the Fairy Godmother said. “And I’m NOT going to put up with it, either. Come on, we’re leaving!”
“B-b-but ...” Mr. F.G. sputtered. Then he sighed, paid the bill, and followed his wife, looking longingly at the lovely lobster he was leaving behind.