Tuesday, January 24, 2006

Excerpt from Winged Tale #4 - the unseen

orginal artwork by aletta mes
Adults, unlike children did not see the fairies. Despite that the fairies did have a little something to do with their lives. Very often an adult shakes their head wondering why a lost object has just reappeared even though they'd looked for it right there many times before. Or a knot in the knitting yarn seemingly impossible to unknot becomes undone almost on it's own. All the little things that cannot be explained away, that is the work of the unseen little people. They might be mischievous too and play little trick, turn the tap on a little as you walk away. Nothing really nasty, just mischief. There are rules the unseen world lives by, for instance horrible things are ever done to good people. Mischief is what monsters and gremlins are for. They don't exist in the adult world, in part because adults do not want to believe in them, and besides that because they are helped to forget. That's what fairy dust is for, to make the adults forget. Why is that? Why do adults need to forget and children don't?

Adults don't believe in fairies because they would ridicule each other for believing in them. Some might even be hunting down the fairies for research and put them in little cages in laboratories like they do with mice. Just a lot less complicated and safe for the fairie if adults do not believe in them. Children on the other hand, should believe in them, often a lonely child has only the little persons in the unseen world for friendship. The fairies just love children, fairies are very much like children themselves, always playing and taking delight in games and observing the natural world.

In the valley the only adult able to see the little unseen people was Big Slow Fred, to him they were very real, and the children soon learned they could talk to him about their small unseen friends and be believed. /sometimes Big slow Fred would even invite some of the kids to watch the goose races at his house with fairies mounted on the big fluffy geese and pixies urging them on. The fairies trusted Big Slow Fred and if he brought the children around they knew those were good children and could be trusted not to try and harm them. Occasionally a particularly nasty child had tried to harm the fairies by throwing rocks at them. the fairies with their magical quickness always got out of the way, but the geese might get hurt. Big Slow Fred would remind them that the gremlins would get them when they found out what a nasty little child he or she had been. Mostly the children in the valley were very good children, but it happened sometimes that a child did something nasty. Even here in the valley.

-- it's a start, slow week, running on an hour of sunlight

5 Comments:

At 11:09 PM, Blogger Imogen Crest said...

Loved this, great pic too.

 
At 8:24 AM, Blogger Vi Jones said...

I got up feeling a little grouchy today but, Aletta, this really made my day. I guess I must be a child be still because I have always believed in the fairy folk. I talk to them all the time and although I don't always see them, I know they're there, all around me, and in the places I love.

Vi

 
At 1:22 AM, Blogger le Enchanteur said...

I thought this was just enchanting Aletta and I am really looking forward to the next installment. I mean there will be more won't there?

 
At 12:51 AM, Blogger Lois said...

Aletta,
Your stories for children always leave me wishing that I could have heard their like when I was a child.......I think it does me good to read them now...
I loved " The Unseen"
It would please me if I was a child to know I and only I could see the fairies and that was because fairies loved little children and always talked to them....not like some adults who only like children when they are very very quiet....
Perhaps this is why lots of little ones have imaginary friends they can have intelligent conversations with...

Lois (Muse of the Sea)

 
At 12:11 AM, Blogger Janie Hart said...

Hello Aletta,
This is a most delightful post. I absolutely adore the image of the fluffy geese and the fairies, which changes colour all the time.

I often muse upon the whole adulthood/childhood thing and enjoyed your prose.

Warm regards
Janie Hart

 

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