Brucie and her friends flew to a beautiful opening in the woods. The trees were just beginning to change. There were beautiful colors of orange, purple, green, yellow and red. In the middle of the opening was a crystal blue pond. On the shore of the pond was a group of musicians practicing for the fall festival.
As Bruice and the girls flew closer, they heard the beautiful sounds of music from the group.
There on the makeshift bandstand stood Bobby, the leader. He was from the southern part of Fairyland and he played guitar. He also always wore a blue wool hat. David, who came from England fairyland, was the shortest of the group and he played tambourine and maracas. George was on drums. He was the fun-loving, crazy one. And last but not least was Halsten. He played bass and was considered the gentle one of the group. Brucie and the girls waited until the guys had finished their song.
“Hey Brucie!” Bobby called. “Ya got any news?”
“The humans have left. We can start again on the trees,” Brucie reported.
“What about the late-campers?” David asked.
“Well, there’s not too many of them and they won’t get in the way like the regulars. You know, there’s not much activity for them in the fall,” Brucie said.
“Good,” Halsten said. “This is gonna be a really groovy festival.”
“Yeah,” George added. “We have been honored to have special guests this year, so everything has to be just right.”
“It will, shotgun,” Bobby smiled. “It will. Well, were done practicing for today, so let’s go get the paint.”
And the wood sprites continued turning the foliage to a harvest of beautiful warm and wonderful colors.
* * * *
The Monkeemobile pulled into the ranger’s station. They received directions to their campsite and drove to it.
“This is great, Mike. Just look at the colors on the trees! Smell that crisp air!” Peter said as he took in the sights of the area.
“Yeah, it just doesn’t get any better than this!” Mike said as he too surveyed the area.
“Is that what this is?” Micky asked.
“Yep,” Mike answered.
“At least it doesn’t look like rain,” Davy added.
The boys cleared the area and set up camp. They didn’t have a tent so they were to sleep on the ground near the fire in their sleeping bags because it tended to get cool at night. In actuality, the area was not too bad. It was next to a beautiful clear pond. There was even a comfort station near by complete with showers. They left the food and other necessary items in the car for safe –keeping in case of a curious raccoon who might venture into the site.
Mike went to gather firewood and Peter sat by the pond meditating. Micky and Davy discovered a well-marked nature trail and decided to walk the path.
“Maybe this won’t be so bad,” Micky said. “I didn’t see one bug.”
“Yeah. It looks pretty clean an’ all, but I still have me doubts.” Davy answered. “Hey look! It’s a clover patch!”
Davy ran up to the clover patch and began to search for a four-leaf clover.
“What are you doing?” Mick asked as he caught up with his friend.
“Lookin’ for a four-leaf clover. I’ll bring me luck. Bein’ out ‘ere I’ll need it!” Davy answered.
Davy looked until he found one.
“Look! Look, Micky. I got me lucky charm!’ Davy exclaimed.
“Isn’t that Irish?” Micky.
“Well, it’s English thing today!” Davy said as he slipped the clover in his shirt pocket.
“Ok. OK. Let’s move on,” Micky sighed.
The two continued to walk the path. Neither of them noticed the small green glow that came from Davy’s shirt pocket. You see, legend has it that he who finds a four-leaf clover has the power to see wood sprites, fairies, and elves.