In her room, Honey waited for the droplet of water to fall so she could go on her mission. She was to go all the way to Russia, search for the princess of Russia and give her the letter she was clutching in her hands. Then, she would come back. I wish I could tell Trixie, Honey thought. Snap out of it! You’re a trained spy! The organization sent an email to everybody saying she was on holiday. Finally, she saw the little drop of water come through the little hole in the ceiling and fall into her bowl. Her mission had started. She got into the plane expertly, still clutching the letter. The ride was uneventful, except for the few times food came around. And the one time someone said there was a movie on. Honey tried to watch, but she just couldn’t. She had so many questions going around and around and around. Some of them were like, Who is the princess? or What if she doesn’t take it? But she just thought of the worst one yet. What if she couldn’t find her?

Honey woke with a start. She could feel that the plane had just landed. Also, everybody around her was getting out of their seats. She stood up and stretched. She looked around and noted that they had landed in Moscow.

It wasn’t hard to find the princess. All she had to do was follow the voices shouting, “Princess Diana! Princess Diana!”

And then she saw Diana sitting on a float and waving that special Queen wave. She still didn’t know what that special Queen wave was supposed to be. Did her wrist hurt? Then Diana spotted her and kind of looked shocked, but kept going so that no one else would notice. After the parade was done and crowds had died down, Diana went to meet her.

She said, “Why are you here?”

“I was going to ask you the same question!”

Diana explained how her great-great-grandfather was the Tsar of Russia and died of a heart attack leaving all of his inheritance to his wife. When she died, everything went to Diana’s family. So now she was the princess, and she needed to be in Russia. “Now what are you doing here?” Diana asked when she’d finished her story.

“I’m here to give you a letter.”

Diana took it and said that she would like to read it in her room, with Honey. Honey was reluctant to agree because one of the first spy rules was that she wasn’t supposed to get involved. But, after all, Diana was one of her best friends. Diana clapped her hands twice and a carriage came. She stepped in regally and when Honey tried to do the same, the driver stepped in front of her. But Diana said that she was supposed to come in. Her orders. The carriage ride was much more eventful than her way here, so she was really tired when she got to the palace. Diana brought her to her room where she could rest for a while. And put clean clothes on. She was a princess after all.

“Wakey, wakey, Honey!” Honey awoke to see Diana leaning over her. “Do you want to read the letter now?”

“Your choice,” Honey answered.

“Then let’s do it now,” decided Diana. She opened the letter and started to read.

first note

The letter was anonymous. The writer of the letter used childish writing so as not to be traced. Honey looked down at the letter. Then up at Diana. Down to the letter. Up to Diana. Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth until she finally said, “I had no idea, Diana.”

“I believe you, but I’m not sure about this letter.”

“Uh, Diana, I have something to tell you. I work at a spy agency and they gave me that letter. I’m not supposed to get involved. Or read the letters,” Honey added.

“We need to do something about it,” Diana declared.

“What are we going to do? We can’t just go to the spy agency and ambush them!”

“No,” Diana said slowly, “but we could do something else.”

The next morning...

“Wake up, sleepy head!”

“Wha—at?” Honey said groggily.

“I finished that idea I was thinking about last night! We can make some fake jewels and make them look exactly like the real ones! We can drop them off, and then put the Jewels of Russia in a very safe place. You like it?”

“It’s a good idea except for one thing. WE DON’T KNOW HOW TO MAKE JEWELS!”

“Oh, I already thought of that. I have a friend who’s a very good jewel smith. His name is Sam, and he’d be happy to help us.”

“Huh,” Honey said. “That just might work.” She hadn’t even known that jewel smiths were real, but she believed Diana.

One hour later...

“We’ve got the jewels; now all we have to do is make the drop off. Easy as pie!” Honey said.

Diana ignored Honey and started explaining the plan. “First we’ll go over there and you’ll say it was a successful mission and that she brought cake and cookies for everyone. I already baked those. While I sneak in, put the jewels on the desk with the note that says:

second note

Honey blew out a breath. “I hope this works.”

One week later...

“You finally got back from your vacation! How was it?” Trixie asked Honey as she arrived home. Trixie had been waiting for hours until she got home!

“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you,” Honey said, smiling mysteriously.

Author’s Mother's Notes

This is a CWE #3 entry written by my DD #1, and was inspired by picture #2. She was very intrigued by the notion of writing something to be a specific amount of words, and worked hard to tell her story within the word limit.

Thanks to MaryN (Dianafan) for editing and graphicing.

Disclaimer: Characters from the Trixie Belden series are the property of Random House. They are used without permission, although with a great deal of affection and respect. Story copyright by Ryl's DD, September 2012. Graphics copyright 2012 by Mary N.

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