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Lovie and Bibs and the Wedding that Almost Wasn’t

Alicia Ranney

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Copyright 2018 Alicia Ranney

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It was Saturday morning, and Lovie and Bibs were able to sleep in. They didn’t, of course, but they could have. At promptly 7:22am (a time they would refuse to be awake on a normal school day), Lovie jumped out of bed. In her rush to get clothes, she forgot to be quiet. Her elephant herd level of noise woke Bibs, who popped up out of her bed so fast she made Lovie shriek.

The two girls dressed quickly and ran downstairs to tackle the ongoing conundrum of what to have for breakfast. As they were haggling over their options, they became distracted when a small, strange scraping noise came from the door to their backyard.

Lovie, being tallest, looked out the peep hole. She didn’t see anything, so she cracked the door open a tiny bit. There on the porch stood a cockroach courier. Bibs, who was crowding Lovie to steal a glance outside, squealed in delight when she saw him. Lovie squealed too, but for a very different reason (bugs were not her favorite). Bibs got down on her elbows and knees so she could hear the courier’s message.

“I bring news of the wedding of Princess Agatha to King Gerald, to take place at 10am tomorrow. The royal couple respectfully requests your attendance, as well as your assistance today to prepare for the event. Do you accept?”

“YES!” the two girls shouted in unison. They fought with each other to see who could get outside first. The poor courier scrabbled out of the way to avoid getting trampled. They continued slapping at each other the rest of the way to the tree, caught up in a full-fledged sister squabble.

“Ahem,” came a tiny voice from just above their heads. The girls glanced up to find a disgruntled Agatha glaring down at them.

“I have a wedding to prepare for, and rather than making a mess out of my lawn, I’d prefer you helped me get ready!”

“Sorry, Agatha,” Lovie said. Bibs hung her head in apology.

“Right, well, apology accepted. Now, here’s what I need you to do. We need 20 tables and 100 chairs.”

“Agatha, we’ve only got…” Bibs counted in her head.

“Ten chairs in our house!” Lovie finished for her.

Agatha looked at them for a moment, then said, “Not chairs for humans, sillies! Chairs for little creatures, like me and Gerald!”

“Oh,” both girls replied.

“How do we make chairs your size?” Lovie asked.

“Well, girls, I know how much you love crafting, so I leave the making of the tables and chairs to you. While you’re working on that, I’ll be busy making decorations.” And with that, the little fairy flitted back up to her tree.

Lovie and Bibs began to hunt around the yard for items they could use to make furniture with. Bibs found a piece of bark near the tree. It was pretty flat, and therefore a good top for a table. She made 4 piles of little rocks and set the bark on top. Just like that, she had a table! Her plan worked so well, she whipped up the rest of the tables in no time at all. She walked over to check Lovie’s progress.

She gasped when she saw Lovie’s creation: an intricate chair fashioned out of small twigs, flower stems and leaves. It looked so perfect!

“Oh, Lovie! That’s beautiful!” Bibs exclaimed. Lovie beamed at her.

“Where are the others?”

Lovie’s face fell. “I only have this one done.”

Lovie was dejected, feeling like she’d done something wrong. Bibs brightened suddenly and said, “Make 1 more, just 1 more, just like it!”

“What about the other seats?” Lovie asked her.

“Those aren’t seats, Lovie, those are beautiful thrones! They can be for Agatha and Gerald. I’ll take care of the rest.”

So Lovie set about delicately weaving together small yard items to make another miniature throne. Bibs busied herself with making bench-style seats to go with her tables. The day passed quickly, with them taking only a short break to eat some lunch.

Before they knew it, it was dark outside. Agatha stopped with her decorations for the night, and the sisters went inside for dinner. They fell into bed later, exhausted from a hard day’s work. The next morning, they rose early. Their mom greeted them in the kitchen with pancakes, and they scarfed them down and earned a nasty glare from their mother.

Gaze softening, she said, “What’s with all the artwork in the yard, ladies?”

The girls looked at one another, deciding what to tell her. They went with the truth (as you always should do when you’re talking to your mother!). “It’s for Agatha’s wedding to Gerald.”

Their mom listened with amusement as they told her all about Agatha and Gerald. When all the explaining was done, she said, “All right, well, we’ll have lunch today with Uncle Martin and Aunt Susie, so you need to be cleaned up and ready to go by 11.”

They looked at each other. “Mom!” Lovie barked. “That won’t give us enough time for the wedding!”

“If it takes that long, you’ll just have to reschedule the wedding,” their mother told them as she rose from the table with her coffee cup in hand.

“You can’t just reschedule a wedding, Mom, everyone knows that!”

“This one will be an exception. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to run a cup of coffee up to your father.”

It was clear she didn’t believe anything they’d told her, but in fairness, it did seem like something they’d make up. They cleared their breakfast dishes and headed outside. Agatha was already out of her tree, and she looked distraught.

“What is it, Agatha?” Lovie asked, holding out her hand so the little fairy could take a seat. And sat she did – and cried. Bibs crowded close, concern on her face.

She was crying so hard, it took the girls a minute to understand what she was saying. “My friend Henry won’t come to the wedding!” The sisters exchanged glances.

“Who’s Henry, and why won’t he come?” Bibs asked her.

“He’s a sparrow. He comes to visit me in my tree. You’ve probably heard him out here singing. Well, he hasn’t come by in a while because of Sylvia. She lives in a knothole at the base of the tree. He’s afraid she’ll eat him.”

“Why would she eat a poor sweet birdy? I mean, who is this Sylvia, anyway?” Bibs grumbled.

“She’s a milk snake.”

Bibs, who had been standing close to the tree until that moment, jumped away so quickly that they barely saw her move. Lovie had the market cornered on fear of bugs, but Bibs was equally and completely terrified of snakes. Her speed and agility so stunned Agatha that the little fairy stopped crying.

“Oh, Agatha, I wish I could help you, but I think I’ve got to sit this one out…” Bibs said to the fairy, though her eyes were locked on to the ground at the base of the tree.

Lovie threw a look at Bibs that said ‘get your act together.’ Bibs just shrugged and resumed her careful watch of the tree.

“What can we do to help, Agatha?” Lovie asked dutifully, since she knew Bibs was going to be no help.

“You know, there just might be something,” Agatha replied. She gestured Lovie over to the tree and pointed toward Sylvia’s knothole. Inside were several eggs, and coiled around them was Sylvia herself.

“See, she snaps at everyone who comes near the tree because she’s worried about her babies. Also she eats birds. She’d try to eat me, but I fly too fast for her to catch me. What I need is for her nest to be somewhere else – with her in it.”

“Agatha, we can’t just move a snake’s nest, that’s dangerous!” Lovie proclaimed while Bibs turned grayer by the second. Lovie was concerned that Agatha would even ask such a thing.

“Of course not! I’ll move the nest with magic. What I need, Lovie, is for you to get the message to Henry so he knows it’s okay to come to the wedding. Your whistle is loud, I hear it sometimes even when you’re in the house. Henry will hear you for sure!”

“Do I do anything special, or just whistle my loudest?”

“You have to whistle a tune – it sounds like this,” Agatha told her, and proceeded to hum a little tune that sounded suspiciously like the Jeopardy theme song.

“That tells Henry he’s safe to come to the wedding?” Bibs asked skeptically. She was feeling much braver knowing Sylvia and her brood were about to exit the yard. Agatha nodded emphatically.

Lovie began practicing her whistle, trying to emulate the tune Agatha had taught her. Agatha was very pleased when at last Lovie had it.

“That’s wonderful, Lovie! Now you just need to whistle that as loud as you can. Make sure to tilt your big head to the sky so the sound carries better.” And with that, Agatha set about magicking Sylvia to some unknown (and hopefully far away) place.

Lovie frowned at the ‘big head’ comment, but did as she was asked. She whistled the tune several times, as loudly as she could (which was in fact quite loud). Finally, out of breath, she stopped. Agatha had worked her magic, and Sylvia’s nest was gone from the knothole. Now they waited to see if the message had reached Henry.

Lovie was starting to worry that Agatha had just been having fun at her expense when they heard flapping from overhead. Over the tree flew a beautiful sparrow, gracefully arcing downward until he landed on the ground near Bibs. He eyed the knothole for a moment, then turned his attention to Agatha. She flew to him and threw her tiny arms around his neck.

“I’m so glad you could make it, Henry! I’d like you to meet my friends, Lovie and Bibs.” Henry gave sharp, tiny nods toward each of the girls.

“It was Lovie’s whistle you heard calling you here! And I can hear other guests arriving now. Ooh, there’s Gerald! He can’t see me until the wedding!” Agatha flitted up and into her tree.

The guests were numerous and varied – there were cockroaches, a few other fairies, several ladybugs and caterpillars. The girls spotted a couple of walking sticks among them as well. They took their places in the chairs Bibs had made.

A beautiful monarch butterfly flitted to the front of the group. Gerald walked forward regally and sat in the throne on one side of the butterfly. Agatha, now wearing a flowing gown woven from pink and red flower petals, flitted down from her tree and took her spot on the other side of the butterfly.

The butterfly appeared to be ready to speak (this was just an impression the girls had, it’s mouth was far too small for them to see – plus can butterflies even talk?...) but stopped abruptly the moment the back door to the house opened. The entire assemblage watched, frozen, as Lovie and Bibs’ mom and dad walked out. Their dad made tracks for the garage, while their mom turned to lock the door.

“It’s time to head out for lunch, ladies! Everybody in the car!” she hollered to them. Then she was on her way to the garage as well, and Agatha, Gerald, the girls and the rest of the group all stared at each other in silence for a couple of seconds.

Finally, everyone relaxed, and the butterfly began to speak (butterflies can talk, guys, it’s real). “Gerald, do you take Agatha to be your wife?” The solemn Gerald nodded and said, “I do” in his grumbly cockroach voice.

“Agatha, do you take Gerald to be your husband?” The little fairy practically vibrated with excitement. “I DO!” she squeaked, and the wedding guests chuckled.

“Then I now pronounce you husband and wife!” As the wedding guests clapped, Agatha and Gerald gave each other a quick kiss. Bibs pretended to barf, which made Lovie laugh.

“Ladies, it’s go time!” their mother shouted from the running car.

“Congratulations, Agatha and Gerald! You both look beautiful! Thank you for inviting us to share in your celebration!” Lovie told the couple.

“Don’t worry about all the decorations and everything – we’ll take care of clean up when we get back home,” Bibs told them.

Then the sisters rushed to the car, jumped in and buckled up. As their dad backed the car out of the garage, the girls waved to the wedding party.

“I take it the wedding went off without a hitch?” their mom asked the girls. Lovie and Bibs nodded and giggled and thought about what to have for lunch.


Thank you so much for reading my book! This began as a series of bedtime stories I told my then two-year-old to help get her excited about becoming a big sister. Here we are five years later, and little sister loves the stories as much as big sis does! If you enjoyed this book, please check out the rest of the Lovie and Bibs series. Also, please take a moment to leave me a review at your favorite retailer!

Thank you,

Alicia Ranney

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