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Are you out there?Ever since the gnomes arrived I have had one faerie after another stopping at the kitchen window hopping to catch a glimpse of them, or maybe hopping that I would open the door so that they could come in for a visit. I learned early on that when you let one faerie come in, a whole heard of faeries come in, then you have a situation that is hard to control!

The first problem we had to solve after the early arrival of the gnomes, Warren and Odette, was to find shelter for Warren’s pet wood frog. I was taken by surprise when the huge brown frog hopped out from underneath the bushes when it was called. (I can only assume the clicking noise that Warren made was a call).

Ferne came to the rescue when she tipped over a large pot that had  broken when the first freeze of the winter cracked it in half. Pip and Bella pulled it under a Laurel bush were the snow didn’t pile up, then pushed bunches of leaves over the top, making it more insulated. Warren braced a few twigs on either side and topped the whole thing with a piece of bark then declared the dwelling  fit for a frog!

“Warren, will he be ok in there?” We all watched as the frog happily buried himself inside his new home. “Aye lass, wood frogs be hibernate’n critters in the winter months,  they be produce’n an anti-freeze of sorts, then they freeze!” Arial and Sunny put a few more leaves over the front of the opening, then put their blessings on the new home by waving their wands high over their heads and making a shower of sparkles rain down on the pile of bark and leaves. (I don’t even want to know what a frozen frog looks like).

When we turned to go inside and join Odette, there was suddenly a flurry of wings, arms, and hands all around my head. Sunny and Arial, along with the other three tag-a-longs were frantically begging me to let them come inside and help the gnomes to settle in. They rationalized that since they had all been inside before, and had a extensive knowledge of the house, they would be in a perfect position to be of assistance. Bella and Pip thought that it would be a good idea if they showed Odette the orange tree. I looked at all the smiling expectant faces of my little faeries and gave into their request (there was much cheering and applause), but I told them that the orange tree would have to wait until later.

I had forgotten about the dogs. Let me see if I can give an accurate account of the scene that I walked in on. First, was the noise, three dogs, even if they are Chihuahuas can split your eardrums! Their high pitched frantic yelping drives any hope of being heard completely away. Odette was standing on the top of a bar stool waving a pencil and yelling, “begone with ye, sure an ye be the hounds from hell! Off with ya, shoo, shoo!” The bags she had been carrying were thrown quickly to one side and her neatly kept hair had pulled out of the bun that was tucked up under her cap and was sticking out in every direction. The cap had slipped down over one eye.

Bill was just standing over in one corner of the dinning room, well out of the way of the commotion with his hands to each side of his head, covering his ears…he was laughing like I had never seen him laugh before. Edie saw Warren come into view and instantly went for the other little intruder, but I was quicker. I grabed Warren by the collar and swung him up to the top of the stool and set him down with Odette.

“Your not helping!” I had to yell over the deafening roar of the dogs. We both quickly rounded up the offending noise (aka, the dogs) which wasn’t easy because they run in all directions, and hurried them off into the backroom where we could close the doors behind us. The sudden silence made me dizzy. When we got back to the dinning room, Warren had Odette settled down as well. “They’ll be need’n a wee bit of train’in, I dare say, they nearly nipped me bloomers off they did!”

When order had been restored and Odette had caught her breath, I looked around for Arial and the group. This would be a nice time for them to be helpful, you know, to be reassuring and let Odette know that things would be fine, but I didn’t see them anywhere. Great, now I have to see what those five are up to.

I found them upstairs sitting on a branch of the orange tree making little origami birds out of leaves. “Hey, I need you guys downstairs to help Warren and Odette find a comfy place to stay!” Ferne got one of those “I Know!” looks on her face and shot off toward the kitchen. When the rest of us caught up with her she was pulling on the cabinet door underneath the sink and Warren was helping to pull it open with a spoon. Odette was beaming…”sure an this will be a fine place!”…I had my doubts.

© Tami Ruesch, The Misty World of Arial Hollyberry, 2009.

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"Kind One?"
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You Know a Fairie is Present When...

You hear a whispering of leaves.
You see a whirlwind.
You feel a tingling sensation in your hair.
You have an unexplained loss of time.
You laugh uncontrollably, or feel exceptionally silly.
You see blades of grass bending when there
is no one around.

The Most Likely Place for Fairie Portals Are...

Lake shores
Islands
Glades in the forest
Where two roads intersect
Fences and border hedges (this is Arial's favorite)
Stairwells, hallways and landings
Tidal pools
Bends in a road
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I would like to give special thanks to Gail Schimmelpfennig for allowing me to put her wonderful poem "Seeking the Muse" on my site. You can read her poem in the fairy poetry section under "Fairies in Word and Song". Gail is Utah State Poetry Society's 2009 Poet of the Year, and I'm proud to say, a dear friend. You can find her on FaceBook where there is a group for the Utah poets.