Perish the thought. Logical magic rocks!
squirmed impatiently in her brown and green leaves as she sat on an oak
tree mushroom waiting for her blind date, Gwain, the sprite.
knew a brownie should be patient and give Gwain a chance.
all, her best pixie friend, Sabra, said he was a great guy.
gently pressed her wingless back up against the trunk’s bark, tapped
her teeth, and looked about the wooded area. If only Sabra
described what Gwain looked like? She listened to the last of
crickets in among the dead leaves and the crows cawing above in the
treetops. She watched the red and orange leaves fall to the
ground and time seemed to drag even more. She tossed
seeds on the Earth to the black caped chickadees and blue jays and
watched them peck earnestly.
“Why did I decide to
do this? I should be guarding the baby rabbits from hungry
squirrels. Who knows if Sabra remembers to do it or is
vigilant?” The sun felt hot but the wind was
They should be warm enough in their furry nest. Culleen
thought. She shoved her long auburn hair out of her green
“This guy, Gwain, probably won’t like
me. They never do. I always manage to turn guys off.”
Suddenly an orange blur ran passed, skidding in the pine
and tan colored leaves. Most of the birds took off into the
sky. A ginger tabby held a blue jay between its
cat ruffled up the bird’s feathers to get a great long whiff.
then nudged it with his nose to get the bird to move. The bird was too
tightly gripped to get away.
taking a deep breath. Her heart was in her throat.
brownie turned invisible and hopped off the mushroom. As she
tip-toed closer to the red menace a leaf went crunch.
Oh no, any minute that cat will slink
away with that bird and that will be the end! Culleen thought.
“Hi,ho, anyone here? Culleen?”
Gwain arrived, his green wavy massive head of hair blew in
breeze and his big belly jiggled as the humming bird he rode strived to
keep him up. He was going over hills and into valleys of air
he flew. He obviously didn’t notice the cat as he jumped off
humming bird steed and sat to wait on the same mushroom Culleen had sat
Culleen realized she had been
gritting her teeth hoping the cat would not run away with the
bird. Gwain started to whistle a tune as he waited for his
date. The cat slowly turned its head in the direction of
spitting out feathers as it did so. Then it picked up the
and trotted through the trees.
Culleen made herself visible and
turned toward Gwain. “Now, look what you did,” Culleen
pointing at the cat’s exit. Gwain jumped and spied Culleen
the first time. His eyes became wide. He regained
composer and said,”Why didn’t you say so.” He brandished his
needle sword into the air and called for his steed. The
bird arrived and Gwain took his seat on his back commanding the bird to
follow that cat. The sprite was away in a blur of color and
Culleen was left to wonder if he would indeed save the blue jay.
Suddenly, Culleen heard a cat yowl, and branches break, and
leaves scatter and crunch. She heard the fairy war cry as
chased the cat toward Culleen. She turned invisible and
branch on the ground in front of her. The branch also turned
invisible and she held it out. The cat ran into the branch
bowled over head over heels. It let the blue jay go and
the bird with big eyes then took off into the underbrush.
Culleen turned visible and approached
the blue jay. The bird just lay still on the ground.
he’s still breathing,” Culleen said. She found he was torn up
she could mend the cuts around the bird’s neck easily. Gwain
Culleen used herbs to cleanse the wounds and a bit of magic to heal the
cuts. The blue jay stayed in a tree above all night singing
the two fairies. Gwain found a slightly fermented watermelon
which they drank the juice in acorn tops. Culleen found some
pumpkin seeds to munch on, and they chattered on and listening to blue
jay music, and watched the sunset disappear beneath the horizon.
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me tell you a little about myself.
work and Dedication.
Interview With Myself.
A Wrentch in the Works (short story)
Flight of Terror (short story)
Date (short story)
Some books on writing I have read and
James's skeptical blog
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