Wizard Lizards from Eram

Timothy Steeple had a magnificent fall

Where he landed with his body one way and his lower leg another against a brick wall.

His tears came unbidden and his wail came out as a long shriek.

When his mother hurried outside, Timothy was so distraught that he could hardly speak.

In Eram the healing arts were handled by wizard lizards dressed in fine suits,

With a healing flick of the tongue that the a wizard lizard expertly shoots.

Timothy had never been to the dry hot rocks to meet the lizards before,

He was nervous when his mother drove him up to the tiny house door.

A male spring fearie answered the call with his spectacles and small clipboard.

“Name,” he squeaks out in a voice like an animated chipmunk that knows he’s adored.

The fearie runs his fingers through his floppy blonde hair,

And fixed Timothy and his mother with an expectant stare.

“Timothy Steeple,” Mrs. Steeple finally replies.

“Injury?” The fearie asks looking up into Mrs. Steeple’s large green eyes.

“I think he broke his leg,” she says while Timothy squirms in his seat.

“Thank you. Someone will be with you shortly,” says the faerie in grey scrubs and shuffling his tiny feet.

A few minutes later, a female Spring fearie with brown hair and pink scrubs calls Timothy’s name.

“Hi Timothy, I’m Serena and we’ll need you to change your pants into these shorts,” she said with a tinkling sing song voice with no shame.

She disappeared under the blue cotton shorts as she flies them up to Timothy’s hands,

Then points him in the direction of where the dressing room stands.

His mother helps him hobble inside as he quickly changed his clothes,

Then Serena said, “Follow me,” as Timothy and his mother followed the faerie flying in front of his nose.

Over some rocks and threw the trees stood a tiny lizard in a fancy black suit,

“I am Wizard Grey,” said the lizard in a strangled voice and shifting from his left to right boot.

“So, it’s a broken leg? Please have a seat.”

“Yes, sir,” Timothy responds feeling the sun’s heat.

“Have you ever seen a wizard lizard before?” Wizard Grey asks.

“No,” Timothy answers with a face like a stone mask.

“Very good, well this may tickle while I stick my tongue on your injured leg for a bit.”

“Okay,” Timothy inhaled and swallowed his spit.

Then Wizard Grey darted his tongue like he was catching a fly,

Over Timothy’s calf, across the shin and up to the thigh.

And as this was happening Timothy’s leg tingled and felt very warm,

And the purple coloring returned back to an olive brown.

The swelling was visibly shrinking back to normal size,

And Timothy felt a stretching from his shin, over his knee and across his thigh.

“Okay,” Wizard Grey then said,

“Now stand up, but mind a slightly dizzying head.

And Timothy stood as he was instructed to do.

“Now jump,” Wizard Grey said, as Timothy leaped then laughed, too.

“You both have an excellent day,

“You can check out at reception and there you can pay.”

With a bounce and a smile, Mrs. Steeple and Timothy left coins at the tiny receptionist desk,

And were back on they’re way home to make dinner and rest.