Monday, August 3, 2009
The Gnome and the Faerie
Down by the lonely watering hole sat a Gnome, resting against a tree with his hat in his lap taking a quiet nap. It had been a long morning in the garden and after tugging and pulling on weed after weed, the Gnome was utterly exhausted. In his dreams fluttered visions of cake and ice cream, an appropriate reward for a hard working Gnome.
Suddenly, the Gnome jolted awake and with groggy eyes, searched his surroundings for the source of the disruption that disturbed his nap. Marigolds to the left of him, Pansies to the right and wave after wave of Daisies in front of him, but nothing seemed out of the ordinary.
“Hmmm,” he thought. “Wonder what woke me up?” Determining nothing was a rye; he slumped back against the tree and closed his eyes again.
“Ah hum,” said a small voice.
The Gnome literally jumped out of his skin and in the blink of any eye was standing on his two stout feet and shouting, “Who’s there?”
“I did,” said a tiny voice coming from under a weeping Japanese maple tree.
“Come out where I can see your face, right this minute,” said the Gnome.
“I’m here,” said the voice. A miniature Faerie stepped out from under the tree and looked up at the towering Gnome.
The Gnome looked at the Faerie and then bent over with his nose almost touching the ground in order to get a better look.
“Well, hello little Faerie. Where did you come from?”
“It’s a long story, but I could sure use your help,” said the Faerie.
The Gnome lowered his outstretched hand to the Faerie and she took a tentative step toward it. “You won’t eat me, will you Mr. Gnome?” He could hear the quiver in her voice.
“Of course not, gentle Faerie. I am a friend to all nature’s beings. I just want to bring you up to eye level so we can converse.” He gave the Faerie a small and continued to hold his hand very still.
With only a slight hesitation, the Faerie walked onto the Gnome’s hand and wrapped her slender arms around his thumb.
To be continued ...