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To this day Fawna still didn’t know how she got the gift of books appearing when she needed them, but she sure was glad Single White Female, materialized. She had never read the book, but she saw the movie. That’s what gave her the idea to pierce Brock’s hand with her stiletto. He’d backhanded her good, but it was worth it to see him let go of the wheel and wince in pain.
What happened next confused the hell out of her. She remembered a huge lion bursting into the cabin before she passed out. Now that they were in this Enchanted Realm of Magic, New Mexico, Fawna knew it probably was not her imagination. No one had time to tell her more about the stranger who’d saved their lives. All the townsfolk were busy preparing their homes to welcome their guests.
The residents of Magic came together and solved the problem of what to do with 207 human strangers running around the town in spectacular fashion. The Beatles would’ve been proud. Whenever the 60’s band belted out Come Together, Right Now, they would have been talking about the town of Magic.
Kevin was proud to be from a family of Garden Trolls for about the first time in his life. He hated dirt and was usually jealous of werewolves for their sexual magnetism. But about 20 people in the crowd were vying to be taken in by the Garden Trolls just to learn more about xeriscaping and gardening tips. They ended up taking the woman who swore her thumb was so ungreen, she could kill a cactus in the middle of the desert with no water requirement. Her and her husband and two cute teenage daughters. Va va va voom. ...was he happy about that!
Both teens listened in awe when he told them the story about how his mom thought she’d discovered a brand new type of bush in the garden that grew huge.
“Come have a look.” she told us. “I think I’ve discovered a new type of plant!” We all rushed out to the edge of the mountain to see it. It was so soft and curly and it was the most beautiful sable brown color.
“When my mom went to clip it, the ground beneath us started to shift. We all ran. We thought it might be an earthquake. Then we saw a huge hand burst out of the ground and out came the rest of him.
“It was Oscar and what we thought was a soft bush was the top of his afro. He’d buried himself up to his hairline in the rich Magic, New Mexico clay to keep warm while he hibernated.
“We were the first family he met.” Kevin bragged. “All the townsfolk are happy to have him as a neighbor, especially when fall comes and he blows all the leaves from our yards into a bag. The days he blows the leaves are designated No-Walk Days because residents out and about just might get swallowed up and put into the friendly giant’s bag. If they do, it takes them days— sometimes a week to climb out.
“And every Halloween, we all gather at his house and have Oscar Appreciation Day. We get to dress in dashikis and some of us wear afro wigs and honor his heritage. And the best thing we get to do is the flash mob with him while he plays Thriller on his giant TV. With all the vampires and ghouls here, we take ‘painting the town red’ to a new level,” he chuckled. “He loves Michael Jackson. We do that to thank him for providing the fireworks every Fourth of July. He uses magic from his fingertips which means we don’t have to hear the loud pops from commercial grade fireworks. I can tell you, my dog, Apollo, really appreciates not having to hear the loud sound.” The teenage girls sat in awe listening to stories about the townfolk. Kevin felt special, like he had some of the magnetism from the werewolves he’d always envied.
