Golden Glade [NaWOWriMo] Flying to Neverland

Challenge No.7: Elfie becomes a toon from a fairy tale. Inspired by J.M.Barrie's "Peter Pan"

"Ain't you a cutie pie?" the fairy kneeled down and patted Elfie's head, while the kid had sprawled on his back, all four feet and the round belly upwards and was purring approvingly. The little, stubby tail was wagging excitedly, sending little clouds of dust up in the air.

"What would you say, if I took you somewhere very, very special?" she asked then and since Elfie had no clue, what she was babbling, he continued to smile at her and give that "more cuddles, more cuddles" look dogs do, when they are in particularly good mood. "I take that as a "yes"!" the fairy clapped her hands and picked the puppy up and shot up in the air. 

However strong fairies are, they have their limits and, while the lady in question managed to get as far as away from Firebirds, she almost dropped her valuable luggage on more than three occasions. Elfie being an awkward puppy, who had just had his brunch, was not much help either. All the while his kidnapper was slaving under the additional weight, the kid enjoyed the flight, observing everything down below with wide-open eyes and a goofy grin spread across his face.

"Nope. This is not gonna work," the fairy said, when she had reached a sturdy tree and positioned the fat kiddo so that it would not fall over either way. Elfie craned her neck, licked her face and as the fairy pulled away and he tried to keep the distance between them the same, he almost fell down. The fairy caught him by his tail in the last moment, pulled him back up and with a stern gaze pinned him on the spot.

Then she rummaged in the little pouch she had attached to her lime-green dress and picked out a handful of golden, sparkly dust. "Stand still, kiddo," she warned him and then blew the dust right in his muzzle. Elfie scrunched his nose, achooo-ed once, twice, thrice and tried to rid himself of the dust. While doing this, he slid backwards, then some more and then all of a sudden he was in the air. But instead of falling - he was floating. 

"Wooo-wooo-wooo!" he chimed, looking up at the fairy with bright eyes. "Now you have fun, while I return with another one," she told him, placed a kiss atop his black-button-like nose and disappeared in the trees. Elfie - the newly appointed flying puppy (just think - is there a kid, who has mastered flying before they even knew, how to walk properly?), first of his kind - was left alone. A second later he was whizzing and buzzing around the forest wooo-wooo-wooo-ing along the way.