A Child's Story Begins....

     "Well...mmm, I guess....there really isn't a lot to tell. I lived in the land of Tir-Nan-Og....you know, the land of eternal youth...the land of fairies." She tilted her head to the side as she looked up, to see if he understood, and then smiled a little bit when he nodded. "My mother is the Queen....but not Queen Maeve, Queen Maeve is my aunt." She rolled her eyes and huffed, "There are too many Fairy Queens, if you ask me. But my mom....my mom is the prettiest, I think." She smiled wistfully up at him, remembering her mothers face. "She has long, curly hair...like mine, and she is thin and tall....and...she walks....she walks like...an angel." Her face turned just a little downcast, "I wish I looked like that." It took her a few moments to begin talking again as she let the pride she had in her mother collide with her own childish jealousy. "She always had mortal lovers...always. I don't know why though, she always called humans pigs...or worse. I always wondered about that. " She looked up at him with a little bit of confusion on her face.

     She shook her head for a moment and then went back to tickling the bottoms of her feet as she looked up at him. "See...I always...always either got ignored or yelled at...so I mostly kept to myself. Its not like anyone cared. Been gone fifty years...and no one even came looking. And don't tell me they are looking...cause well, that's a lie!...My Mom has a servant who can find anyone in a few days... anyone!...but not me...Guess...guess I am not important enough." She sighed and looked down, then back up at him.

     "I got in big trouble the day I left though...that's why I left. " She nodded and blushed slightly. "See...I was supposed to be in class...learning about flowers...or something." She gave a slight noncommittal shrug of her shoulders as she remembered. "I heard a cat mewing and whining about being hungry...and I saw a bird up in the tree. So....see, I gave the bird some sleeping dust, cause I didn't want him to be hurt, but the kitty was hungry..you know? And I led the kitty up the tree to the bird...but...but...I didn't give the bird enough sleeping dust. " She blushed a deep deep red and looked down. "The bird got mad and chased me...the cat chased the bird....through my class room!" Tears formed in her eyes as she looked up at him. "I always do that kind of stuff...Always....Not on purpose...I mean, I try and help out..and it always goes wrong. I would have saved that Shaerl
lady...uh huh...but the spider queen got me first. And I tinkled in the Silver Dragons pocket cause a big monster knocked him off the boat! Sometimes...sometimes... when I do so many bad things...I just act like I don't care...cause, well, its easier...especially when they get mad...and give me that look." She looked at him, giving him one of those scowls everyone usually gives her, then shrugging it off and sighing again. Then she began to nibble her bottom lip some, her hands fidgeting over her feet as she looked at the crate. "I...really like them..the BoR..you know? They aren't so bad. And the Kia lady...she gave me some food and some raspberry tea when I first met her...and she listened to what I had to say!" She beamed with pure happiness at him and nodded eagerly. "I just wanted to help out...that's why I am here. Besides that...they are the first ones I have met that didn't want to
pull my wings off."

      It was getting later, and with a full tummy, and getting all she had off of her mind, at least for a little bit, she let out a huge yawn which she barely got covered with her hand. "Mmm, did I tell you? I am 85...almost 90...almost..."she grinned tiredly and took flight into his pocket, falling soundly to sleep in the cozy little space.


I'd Love to Be A Fairy's Child

Children born of fairy stock
Never need for shirt or frock,
Never want for food or fire,
Always get their hearts desire:
Jingle pockets full of gold,
Marry when they're seven years old.
Every fairy child may keep
Two strong ponies and ten sheep;
All have houses, each his own,
Built of brick or granite stone;
They live on cherries, they run wild
I'd love to be a fairy child.
-Written by Robert Graves