Sometimes when you get what you want, it's not as good as you thought it would be. Ever since Edward's good friend Moongobble became a full magician, life has been rather boring. No more adventures.
But then Snelly comes bursting into their lives. Snelly is small only a foot tall but she's a bundle of trouble. She's the daughter of the queen of the Mischief Monsters, and she has run away. Edward, Moongobble, and their friends learn that they must return Snelly to her home right away, or her mom will start a Mischief War. And that would be really annoying!
So Edward, Moongobble, Urk, and Fireball set off on another adventure, this time to return Snelly to her home in Monster Mountain. But when they get there they find a bigger surprise waiting for them than they ever could have imagined. And Edward won't have to worry about being bored for a very long time!
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BRUCE COVILLE has more than fourteen million books in print, including the bestselling My Teacher Is an Alien and the Magic Shop books. He lives in Syracuse, New York.
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The Mischief Monster
By Bruce Coville
Simon & Schuster Children's PublishingCopyright © 2007 Bruce Coville
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Sometimes when you get what you want, it's not as good as you thought it would be.
Here's what I mean. I was really happy when my friend Moongobble became a full magician. For one thing, it meant Fazwad would stop coming up with Mighty Tasks that Moongobble had to do if he wanted to join the Society of Magicians.
The problem was, life just wasn't as interesting without those Mighty Tasks. Oh, it was more interesting than it had been before Moongobble moved to Pigbone. But I had really liked going off on the adventures-even if they did get kind of scary sometimes.
So I was feeling a little bored the morning Snelly came bursting into our lives.
I was staying with Moongobble for a few days while Mother and Father went to Flitwick City to sell some of Father's carvings. I was outside, working in the garden. Fireball, the little dragon who is my friend, had perched on a nearby tree branch. Whenever I got too hot, Fireball would flutter down to fan my face with his wings.
He had just flapped around my head a few times when he hissed, "What's that?"
"What's what?" I asked. Then I heard it too -- a tiny voice, sobbing and wailing.
"It's coming from over there," I whispered.
Fireball settled onto my shoulder, hooking his tiny claws into my shirt. I put down my hoe, then dropped to my knees and began to crawl along therow of cabbages where I had been working.
The crying got louder.
"Waaaah! Waaaah! Oh, I am so miserable! Waaaah...."
I pointed to a cabbage. Fireball nodded.
Moving as silently as possible, I lifted one of the big leaves. Beneath it sat a little person. She had her face buried in her hands and she was weeping as if her heart was broken. My own heart almost broke just listening to her!
"What's the matter?" I asked. "Why are you so unhappy?"
"Fooled ya!" cried the little creature. Then she jumped onto my head, mussed up my hair, scampered over my shoulders, and vanished among the cabbages.
I scrambled to my feet. She was nowhere in sight. Then I heard her laugh. It sounded like she was behind a tree. When I went to look, it turned out she had climbed the tree-which put her in a perfect position to pounce onto my shoulder.
"Got ya! Now you have to take me to see Moongobble."
"I would have taken you to him anyway, if you had just asked," I said, trying to pull her loose.
This was true. It wasn't as if Moongobble had a lot of customers. And now that he was a full magician, he needed to find some. Otherwise he might have to go back to being a shoemaker.
When I finally managed to pry the creature off my shoulder, I held her in front of me. She was about a foot high. She was wearing a dress made of two layers of flower petals. The outer layer was bright red, the inner layer soft pink. Her green cap looked like the base of a flower.
And she had wings!
Copyright © 2007 by Bruce Coville
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