The Wandering Faery
Here there is a small, fine, and detailed farmhouse. An equally fine faery lives here. Most days she would be tending the garden. She would stretch her wings in the sunlight as she counted her tomatoes, peppers, and lettuce. And so the seasons pass and the faery grows very happy with her place, and her woodland friends, and her garden.
After the harvest moon the faery begins to pick her fruits and vegetables in preparation for winter. The air has begun to turn cold. The leaves are just beginning to fall. The faery is happy for the harvest and sorry to see summer leave. She is in hoping for the long days by the fire, with tea, with fruit pie. For she is very happy with this small, fine, and detailed farmhouse. One last thing to prepare for winter and snow, she must repair a hole in the window frame by placing a wooden plank over it. The faery will build a new window this winter for next summer.
Just as the faeries breath turned from rose to steam, a falling star, lead the path for the faery. It had been many years since the faery last ventured from her comfy home. She packed a loaf of bread, some dried spices, and a canteen. This is going to be an exciting journey for her. She is setting for the direction of the falling star.
She ventures and ventures along her usual roads towards the star. She ventures for 7 days and 7 nights towards the star and the weather is particularly pleasant. The faery knows what she is to do when she reaches the end of the road. She is to leave the road and make for the fallen star. She is at the farthest point from her house, on the road, looking into the misty wood. She sets into the woods.
Naturally, faeries are very good at making their way through the woods. The faery knows to direct herself in the direction of the flowers growing in patches of sunlight. She knows to gather provisions as she imagines what the falling star could be shooting towards. The faery is having a trumpeting time in the woods away from her roads. Her woodland friends have made a point of meeting her after she left her roads to welcome her to the wilds, and to greet her company, and to see her as far as they might before she continues on. The birds sing, the beasts chase each other, and the trees play like an anthem of violins.
Time went on. The faery traveled many miles from her house. And then many miles more. The trip is going swiftly for her. Some of her friendly birds have flown back to their nests near her house. They won't be joining her again on her journey. The beasts too have grown fewer in number. The trees have grown tired of making music and rest on their burly roots. Where is she to find the fallen star?
Time went on. The faery is traveling very far from her house. The sun has grown burnt orange, beasts gone home, and the woods is very strange. The faery has ate the last of her bread and must forage her woods for food, still plentiful. She is very much hoping to find the fallen star soon. This is taking much longer than she had planned.
A break in the trees brought refreshing wind to the faeries nostrils. Colder than before, yet refreshing. She finds water, berries, leafy veggies, beans, spices, and roots for a stew before sleep. She has a dream tonight with many questions. "Where did the fallen star land," "Where is the fallen star from," "What is the fallen star made from?" Now the faery needs her rest if she is to look into the fallen star.
Today the faery has come to a chasm. A cliff to be proper. There is a mighty gust coming up from within the depths of the cliff. To cross here is surely perilous the faery thinks. To venture further from the house, to tempt the fates, and surely fall. "I must turn back" the faery said aloud. But the brave faery did not turn back. She spreads her wings and flies to the other edge of the cliff. Not without being blown around by the wonderful gusts of wind coming from the chasm.
This is much more than the faery had planned. The faery had not planned for a gusty chasm. The faery had not planned to travel this far. Yet she continued on for she very much wanted to see the great fallen star.
That was a week ago and the fairy is still traveling in the direction of the fallen star. She has come upon a giant cat. The cat is looking at her wings and growling in a hungry way. The faery will not allow the cat to eat her. The cat will not allow the faery farther. With all her courage she belted a faery hymm for aid to come quickly. It was very fast and the faery was met by 2 strong bears that wished to help the faery. The bears spoke, "the cat is blocking the faeries path, we must allow the faery safe travel." And seeing the 2 bears the giant cat was frightened and fled.
The faery thanks the bears for coming to her call and invites them to her house far in the direction away from the fallen star. She asks the bears if they know of the falling star. "We will bring her to the place of the earth rumble," they said.
The place of the earth rumble is a field where the star landed. The faery looked at the fallen star with amazement. It is striking the faery believes. She now wishes to carry the star back to her house. Her new friends, the bears, have agreed to help her carry the large star back to her house. The bears will carry it as far as the chasm. She wishes them well and begins thinking of how she might cross the cliff with her newfound star. The only way she will cross the cliff is by flying.
The faery carries the star across the chasm while the gusts are low. She grunts and groans as she carries the star to her farmhouse. And she breaths a sigh of relief as she places the star at the head of her garden. Winter is fast approaching and the star will be burried with snow. So, she brings her star into the house.
The faery lived long after she claimed the star. She has told many of her woodland friends the story.
She lived happily ever after.
