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As the little fairy stood on a leaf, looking out over her domain, she often wonder about the various elements that surrounded her. First, she looked at the tall trees that stood like silent sentinels and sheltered her glen with their leafy canopy of green and brown. Dappled sunlight played across the quiet meadow. Only the hum from the bumble bees could be heard in the distance. Tonight things would look so much different here but for now she stood remembering the wonderful times she had enjoyed in this beautiful place.
Her friends were the
other fairys and the creatures that came to the edge of the glen to watch the merriment.
The grey rabbits with their big white feet, the red foxes with their dark muzzles, the
raccoons, always dressed for a masked ball, it seemed! The deer and their whited spotted
fawns lying quietly watching with big liquid brown eyes. The red birds and their blue
cousins came to sing for the fairy as she looked out over the glen. So much happiness
here, now if she could just keep the black and white striped one away for awhile. She
thought many times that he needed a good bath, that stinky one!
Seeing the yellow and black butterflies flit from flower to flower brought a smile to her tiny face. She loved flying with the butterflies. They were such playful, friendly fellows, dancing along with her as they flew dipping and twisting about the glen.
A shadow fell across the glen and she looked up to see the dreaded hawk. Tonight they would have to blind the owl with their fairy dust or some innocent fairy would become just a memory to her group. Sighing, she remembered the other fairys that had been taken by the owl for dinner. Fortunately, the fairy dust worked well and for a long time. The owl was plump and didn't need to eat every night!
Looking down the fairy saw her insect friends busily working. They were always in constant motion. Sometimes she just sat and watched them, wondering just what they really did or if they just liked looking busy to avoid having to talk to her. Yes, she spoke the language of the busy insects and of the birds and forest creature, too. She could even speak the human language and had one time to a lost boy, telling him how to get outta the forest safely. What a tale he must have told when he got home!
A noise in the
forest caught her attention and when she looked that way she drew a quick intake of
breath. As if she had conjured up the child again just thinking about him, he walked into
the stillness. He looked straight at her and walked ove to where she stood. Their eyes met
in understanding that he only wanted to visit her again. A silent conversation took place
in just those few seconds. He sat down beside her and watch the butterflies, too. Soon, he
took something from his pocket and she saw it was a pencil and a notebook. He openned the
notebook and started to write what he saw on a blank page. He wrote swiftly and then held
it up for her to read. He had written of the peace of this enchanted place and of her
beauty. He even described her as a green fairy although, she had always thought she looked
more tan! Some people have no sense of color, ya know! When he saw her expression he
laughed, a musical sound that filled the glen. Putting his notebook and pencil up, he
turned to her and said thanks in a soft and tender voice. In that moment she knew that
something must be done. The boy had fallen in love with the tiny fairy and even without a
sprinkle of fairy dust to help.
All during that summer the boy came to write about the glen. The other fairys were worried but she knew he would soon forget about her and the glen forever. As the days grew shorter and the nip of fall was in the air, the boy came once more. He was wearing his new clothes to show her. She smiled and told him how handsome he looked. Then he sat down to write one last time. She told him a tale of a fairy and a pirate ship and indians and lost boys and the children of one family who came to a land past a star and to the right. The boy wrote and wrote as she talked and finally she ended the tale. He smiled at her and thanked her again for allowing him to be there. He got up and started walking out of the glen into the forest. She flew after him and just before he stepped from the forest to the road leading to his home, the green fairy sprinkled him with fairy dust and whispered the words that would make him forever forget how to find the glen.
She flew back to her
home in the peaceful knowledge that her life was safe and sound. Around her the creatures
were preparing for the winter. She knew she must get to her place and prepare for the
sleep that would come over all the wood fairys soon. They would awaken in the spring and
dance in the meadow again. And as she lay her head down in her own special bed, a smile
crept from her lips at the thought of a wonderful summer friendship with a human of noble
character and spirit.
Done?
Luigi DaMuse
Copyright Susan Allen April, 1999
04/06/2001
Midi: Kissed By a Rose
