Callie and the fairies appeared in the living room of the Pad. All the Monkees were asleep in their bedrooms. How anyone could sleep through the chorus of snores form Micky and Davy was quite a feat. In reality it was magical. Calliope had cast a deep-sleep spell over the boys so that they could say good-bye.
"Now remember, we don't have much time. Meet back here in two minutes," Callie instructed. With nods of agreement, the fairies and Calliope disappeared and went to the guy's rooms.
Calliope appeared beside Mike?s bed. She smiled down at the sleeping figure and picked up his wool hat from the bed stand. She placed the hat on her glittered head and sat on his bed. Taking his hand in hers, she bent down to give him a kiss.
"I will always be with you Michael. Just think of my name and inspiration will come. Remember, one helper to another," she whispered. Sighing, she placed the hat back on the bed stand. "Good-bye, Papa Nez, for now," she said, then faded away.
She met the others in the living room and noticed the fairies' sad faces. They had made really good friends and this time leaving was hard.
"Will we see them again?" Teneaya asked sadly.
"Perhaps. I'll see what I can arrange." Calliope suggested.
"Yeah!" Fayette said.
"Great!" Teneaya added.
"Really?" Marigold questioned.
"Really! Fairies!! It is time!!?"Calliope smiled. They all held hands and faded into the night.
The next morning, as the guys were eating breakfast, they all talked of strange, but magical dreams. Peter spoke of being in a peaceful field with lots of colorful flowers. Davy spoke of a land with rainbows and unicorns. Micky spoke of a magical amusement park, and Mike spoke of a spacious, sprawling prairie with mountains much like Texas. A knock on the door interrupted their conversation. As usual, Mike went to answer. It was Mr. Babbit.
"What did you long-hairs do?" Babbit demanded.
"Wait, wait, wait. What do? Do what?" Mike asked confused. By this time the other Monkees were behind him at the door.
"Those girls! They're gone! Ya didn't scare 'em off did ya?" Babbit asked.
"N-no! We-we didn't know they left!" Micky stammered.
"Probably hippies anyway. Never stay in one place long. But they were nice girls. You coulda learned a lot from them!" Babbit said. Then he turned and left. The Monkees looked at each other and said "They're gone!"
A little after breakfast, the guys were hanging around the Pad. Peter, Davy, and Micky were in the living room. Mike was upstairs dressing.
"Those girls were really special, " Micky sighed as he tuned his drums.
"You don't know how," Peter said, looking up from the book he was reading.
"Wha' do you mean by tha??" Davy asked.
They were very special. Callie was Mike's muse. Actually she was Calliope, the head muse," Peter simply said.
"Oh yeah" What were Tena, Fay and Mari? Junior muses in training?" Micky asked sarcastically. Davy, tried, but could not stifle a laugh.
"Thas' pretty good, Micky," he laughed.
"Oh, no," Peter calmly replied. "They were fairies."
"They were WHAT??" Micky asked.
"Fairies," Peter repeated.
"Oh, Peta! You're such a daydream believer!!" Davy said tossing a pillow at him.
"MICKY!!!" Mike yelled coming down the stairs. "You an' yer pranks!! Why'd ya put glitter in my hat? Now it's all in my hair!!" As Micky, Peter and Davy turned to look at Mike, they saw his hair sprinkled with golden glitter.
"Mike, I didn't do it," Micky protested. "But you might want to keep it in the act" "Yeah. Instead of 'Woolhat' we can call you 'Glitterhead'," Davy laughed.
As the three continued to talk, a butterfly flew toward Peter. He held out his hand and it landed on his palm. In an instant, Marigold appeared in mini-fairy form. She smiled, winked and blew Peter a kiss. In another instant, the butterfly re-appeared and flew away, leaving a faint trace of glitter in Peter's hand.
"But I am a believer!" Peter smiled to himself and returned to his book. Oh, the book that held Peter's attention was Muses, Fairies, and other Magical Things.
Epilogue: Mike and the Muse
It was 10:00 p.m. as he walked along the ocean's shore. His thoughts had returned to her. Soon, he came upon his place. His not so secret place on the beach where he often came to think or compose.
He stood and looked out at the moon. It shone brightly. Suddenly he felt a light breeze. He smiled and sat by the rocks.
"How was your day?" she asked.
"So-so. You?" he replied.
"The usual," she answered.
"A muse, huh?" he asked.
"I'm afraid so," she said.
She placed her head on his shoulder and he drew her near to him.
"The wings?" she asked.
"Takes some getting use to," he said "but I will."
"Yes, you will," she smiled.
"Yes I will," he repeated.
And the two sat and watched the moon and the mysterious playful lights that danced above their heads. It was truly a magical night for Mike and the Muse.