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Honey.
    â€œGood luck, girls!” called Granny Bumble as the two friends walked down towards the river. After posting a letter through Aunt Marigold’s door they set off across the fields to deliver a letter to Saffron and another to Farmer and Mrs Meadowsweet. The next house on their list was the Turners’ pretty cottage, which was in the grounds of Cornsilk Castle; then they headed back through the fields and over the bridge to give a letter to the Woodchesters at the Hedgerows Hotel. The last deliveries were to other local friends who lived on the outskirts of the village. Then they went past the post office and posted the remaining letters to the people who lived a little further afield.

    â€œI can’t wait to see what people bring to Bumble Bee’s Teashop!” exclaimed Poppy. “Now I need to make a really beautiful box to put all the stuff in. Will you help me?”
    â€œI’d love to,” replied Honey. “Let’s go back to your house now.”
    The girls found an old wooden box in the loft and covered it with silky wedding fabric from Mum’s remnant box. Then they decorated it with white ribbons, sequins and pearly beads.
    â€œLet’s use this wrapping paper to line the inside,” suggested Poppy, who loved craft jobs like this.
    â€œGood idea. It will look really pretty,” agreed Honey.
    â€œAnd when this is finished,” announced Poppy, “we can get on with the rest of the plan – the best bit. We need to write the love letters. I can’t do it because Mum and Dad will recognize my writing, so
you’ll
have to.”
    â€œOh, Poppy, I
can’t
write love letters to your parents!” said Honey, who was really worried about getting caught.
    â€œBut, Honey, if you don’t then the plan won’t work and my mum and dad will carry on fighting all the time. Pleeease,” begged Poppy.
    Honey didn’t want to let her best friend down but she was definitely not going to write love letters to Mr and Mrs Cotton. What if they found out? She’d be in such trouble with them
and
with Granny Bumble.
    â€œI know,” she said suddenly. “We could use my new computer. If we type the letters they won’t ever be able to tell who wrote them!”
    â€œThat’s a brilliant idea, Honey!” said Poppy. “Let’s go and do it now.”
    â€œPoppy, Honey,” called Mum, “what are you girls up to?”
    â€œNothing,” they replied in chorus.
    â€œWell, you’d better both stop doing nothing. Poppy, it’s time for supper. Honey, I’m sure Granny Bumble will be wondering where you’ve got to. I’ll ring her and let her know you’re on your way home.”
    Honey looked at Poppy. “Come round to my house tomorrow morning and we can do the letters then. My granny will be at the teashop so no one will know what we’re doing,” she suggested conspiratorially.
    â€œCool – see you then,” replied Poppy. She couldn’t wait.
    The next day the girls sat in Honey’s lovely yellow bedroom in front of her new computer and started to write the letters.

    â€œA bit of mystery and romance is required here. It needs to be like Prince Charming writing to Cinderella,” explained Poppy.
    â€œI’ve never seen a love letter,” confessed Honey. “I don’t know what people put in them. I bet they’re really yucky and lovey-dovey though. Did you read the love letters you found with your mum and dad’s wedding stuff?”
    â€œEw, no,” replied Poppy. “That would have been gross. I know what their pet names for each other were, though, so let’s start with that.”
    Poppy dictated while Honey typed.
    â€œThere, that sounds good,” said Poppy as she read what they had written. “Let’s print them out!”

    Poppy and Honey had it all organized. Tomorrow they were going to decorate the garden with