Oh Little Lil and Figgy too
Are resting tired and weak
And Pixie has a bumps on her head
and bruises on her cheek
Yet Nim and Glitter tend them
They soothe their aches and pains
Nim plays the Nurse while Glitter heals
With bandaids on her reins
When Nim finished his version of Oh Little Town of Bethlehem Figgy and Pixie clapped. Even Lil smiled.
“Give Lil the ice pack, Nim.” Glitter cantered over to Figgy to check on his eye.
“Ahem.” Nim tapped his toe and stared pointedly at Glitter.
Glitter sighed. “Give Lil the ice pack, Nurse Nim.”
Nim hopped over to Lil. “Here you go.”
“You know,” said Figgy with his eye on Lil. “Maybe it’s time to call a truce.”
“Yes,” added Pixie staring at Nim. “We all got pretty banged up last night on that climb.”
“Poor Lil was left dangling by her toes all day,” said Glitter. “And just look at the bump on Pixie’s head.”
“Don’t forget about me!” Figgy pointed to his black eye.
When Lil had fallen from her bows, one of her flailing arms had socked Figgy right in the eye.
“Sorry about that Figgy.”
Figgy smiled. “Think of the fun we could have if we joined forces!”
“The mischief we could manage!” said Pixie.
A long, uncomfortable but expectant silence hung like a cloud over the group.
Nim peeked at Lil. “What do you say?”
“I guess our war is getting a little…”.
“Crazy?” offered Pixie.
“Silly?” said Figgy.
“Absolutely ridiculous and unnecessary?” added Glitter.
Lil and Nim looked at each other warily. Then, Lil’s eyes began to twinkle. Nim’s lips began to twitch. And, before Glitter could say Merry Christmas, they were laughing and hugging and…best friends once again.