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Mr. Woody is a dream elf and the creation of Lily, an AB Girl with a vivid imagination. As she dreamt more and more, Mr. Woody became her counselor, her friend and her creation.

This is the story of the night they met in a hospital and dreamed the answers she sought.

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Lily was now an Aunt!  Her sister, Taylor was moved to a private room, shortly thereafter and insisted on Lily staying the night, thus solving the dilemma of how to convince the nurses.

Zeke placed Lily next to her sister in the hospital bed.  And she lay there in the fetal position, nestled up against Taylor’s side.  He set Lily’s overnight bag at the foot of the bed and kissed them both good night before he left.

Lily never woke up in all the movement.  Maybe it was because of the dream she was in the middle of. Continue Reading …

Mr. Woody is a dream elf and the creation of Lily, an AB Girl with a vivid imagination. As she dreamt more and more, Mr. Woody became her counselor, her friend and her creation.

This is the story of the night they met in a hospital and dreamed the answers she sought.

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The nighttime atmosphere at the hospital seemed quieter than usual, or at least quieter than when Lily had been a patient there.

Nestled into the makeshift bed, Lily curled up under the blanket, shielding herself from the chilly hospital air.  She opened her eyes and looked up at the nighttime sky through the window.

“Dat’s a mighty big moon out der t’nite,” a familiar Irish voice said.

Lily sat up and looked to the other end of the blanket to see Mr. Woody sitting there, covering himself up with the blanket as well.

“It’s de perfect moon fer dreamin’, LilyGirl,” Mr. Woody said.

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Mr. Woody is a dream elf and the creation of Lily, an AB Girl with a vivid imagination. As she dreamt more and more, Mr. Woody became her counselor, her friend and her creation.

This is the story of the night he helped Lily to make sense of tilting like a windmill.

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The week was almost over and Lily couldn’t wait for it be done.  She had spent the past few days in a hospital receiving treatment for her condition.  The week was made easier by her roommate Annie, a girl who had the same condition as she.   

Lily awoke in the middle of the night.  A slight pain in her back had become a little bigger.  She sat up, letting her legs dangle over the side of the bed.  She turned and leaned her head to the left and then to the right, working out a kink.  Twisting her shoulders left and then right, she turned her torso, cracking her spine.

“Are ye done with all dat now,” a voice said in the darkness of the room.

Lily spun around, putting one leg back up on the bed and looking over at Annie who was fast asleep, illuminated by the light coming from the opened door to their room.  Then her eyes focused on the dark areas in the room.

“Zeke? Is that you?” she asked.

“No, no, no,” the voice replied as a tiny little elf walked from the shadows into the light.  “Unless, I’ve grown a wee bit recently an’ lost all me good looks.”
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Mr. Woody is a dream elf and the creation of Lily, an AB Girl with a vivid imagination. As she dreamt more and more, Mr. Woody became her counselor, her friend and her creation.

This is the story of the night he took Lily to talk meet the stars in the Heavens.

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Hours later, Lily awoke quietly and sat up in the bed while rubbing her eyes. She looked around the room.  The television was the only light in the room and it strobed over everything in the cabin.  Softly in the background, she could hear snoring, but it wasn’t Zeke.  She leaned over top of him, and bent her ear down to his mouth.  All she heard was his breathing.  She sat up and touched her finger to her chin, pondering where the snoring was coming from. 

She slipped out of bed, using the flickers of the TV to waddle her way to the bathroom.  No one was there.  No one was anywhere in the room, just she and Zeke.  A frown formed on her face as she got frustrated. 

Then she saw the faint moonlight behind the curtains drawn in front of the windows.   So she waddled over to the windows and peered through the curtain.  Asleep on the ledge on the other side of the window was Mr. Woody.  She smiled and opened the window.  The sound of his lumber-sawing snoring filled her ears.  She giggled uncontrollably.

“Mr. Woody, Mr. Woody. Wake up,” she said while excitedly shaking him like a little girl. Continue Reading …