The witch looked startled and held up her other hand so Tamsin could stand on them.
“The dryads are dying because you don’t believe in them and they’ll be gone by Summer Solstice if you don’t see them and believe. Oh, please, please, please believe!”
“Dryads? I have dryads?” The witch asked.
“Yes and Homer the gnome and I will have to leave your lovely garden and find new homes if you don’t. We love helping you in your garden but you have to See us.”
“Oh,” said the witch, “I can see you. How cute you are.”
Tamsin stomped her foot again. “I’m not cute! I’m your faery and please pay attention.”
The witch looked at her carefully, “All right, what do I need to do?”
“Please walk over to the old oak over there and introduce yourself to her?”
“What!” cried the witch. “Introduce myself to a tree?”
“Yes,” Tamsin said firmly. “Please just do it.”
The witch shrugged and almost dropped Tamsin who decided she had better sit down for this ride and let herself be carried to the old oak. Tamsin could see the old oak’s dryad but she was so pale, it broke Tamsin’s heart.
“What do I do now?” The witch said.