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Daylight
fairies came in … or maybe that’s what they
all look like in the daylight …. Who knows
… silver and as transparent as diamonds or
crystal. But when the sunlight caught them
on edge, they would shimmer with every color
under the rainbow …. or on it, or in it … humphff
…. These Daylight fairies had their work cut
out for them, being so tiny and all. They began
lifting logs, some flying frontwards, some
backwards, and stacking them next to the hearth.
It took about twelve fairies to carry one log.
Muff just watched with her ears cocked up.
I think she may have wanted to snap one out
of the air, but controlled herself.
With a hustle, bustle and the rushing of a mighty wind,
in flew about twenty chubby aproned fairies, also looking
palely transparent, and set dishes before them on the
flat stones and wood rounds.
Looked like grapes, and the juice squirt out like grapes,
… but were they really grapes? They were purple and
frosty on the outsides, pink and rosy on the insides.
Julio sat up, stretched and yawned .. flopped over
on da Muff and took a bowl full. He plopped them in
his mouth without a care in the world. "My my
my!" Granma chirped as she jumped up! The poor
horses ! Here we have spent the night and they haven’t
had a thing to eat ! And we don’t even know how to
get back !!! Granma began to cry. Silver gray fairies
flew in with chellos and trombones and began to play
very solemn music. It must have been to fit her mood.
But Julio always knew how to cheer her up. He told
her a little story.
Once upon a time, back in California, his mom read
him a book called the Witchy Lion Dresser … or something
like that … and he said that when people went to other
lands, even if they went for years …. back at their
house … maybe in California … no time passed at all.
They were only like gone for like a blink of an eye.
Well, that made Granma feel her cheery ‘ole self again
.. Well, she was 129 …. and people do get all pouty
and cry more easily when they are ‘ole. That’s what
Julio says anyway.
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