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Thanks to the miracle of video cameras and the talent of those bright beings who post their work, we can all visit the many wonderful festivals that take place throughout the summer. Here is just one of many…enjoy!
Faerie Stories

There was no time to waste, Arial flipped her wings once and rocketed  into the air carrying Krystal in her arms, accompanied by four of the emerald guard. The remaining faeries stayed behind to make sure the invisibility and protection charms around the perimeter of the yard remained impenetrable.

I looked around the yard, it was empty, not a single faerie was in sight. “Hey, guys? I haven’t changed back, hello?” In my head I was making perfect sense, but what I heard coming out of my furry little mouth was…meeeooooww! Meow, meow, meeeeeooow! I started pacing nervously back and forth in front of the door.

Of course this had to happen, I had envisioned the morphing thing a little differently, something like: I drink the goo, I change into a kitty cat, I grab the faerie, I change back to myself in a beautiful shower of sparkles. Wrong! Didn’t Cythia say something about “just in case of an emergency?” Now that I think about it, I never did get a clear explanation of “emergency”.

It seemed like I had been pacing in front of the door forever when I heard someone coming in from the garage. Head held high, ears pivoted forward, I padded down the walk toward the gate. Bill and I met at the corner of the house. He had stopped at the store to pick up a few groceries and both of his arms were loaded with bags so I thought it would be best not to try to get him to pick me up and carry me into the house.

I wanted him to know that it was me under all this fur. “Hi honey! you will never believe how my day went!” Meeoow, meow, meow, meow. Well, that didn’t go over so good, darn my kitty mouth anyway. I knew how Bill felt about cats, but I had to take a chance, I started rubbing up against his leg in an attempt to gain his favor, maybe he would sense that it was me.

I purred so sweetly, walking around his legs  like I had seen my evil twin do with Mrs. Shunner not all that long ago. “Pick me up please!” Meow, meeooow!! If cats could laugh, I’d be splitting my sides right now, Bill looked like he had just been dive bombed by a seagull with intestinal distress, and it was running down his forehead by the looks of it.

Bill walked to the patio table with me happily padding along behind. He put the bags down and turn around, “Oh good! He’s going to pick me up” Meeoooow (shoot! I can’t wait until I can communicate on a human level again).  I was preparing to purr contentedly and do another pass around his legs when I saw him pick up the broom I keep by the back door.

We stood there looking a each other for a moment, then with one quick sweep, he waved the broom at me. “Shoo! Pisst! Shoo cat! Shoo! I jumped quickly to one side. “Hey! Stop that, don’t you recognise me?  I swear, if you don’t stop that you won’t get any dinner tonight! Meeeeoooow! Meeooow, meow!

He kept swishing the broom at me in an attempt to drive me out of the yard. Didn’t he wonder why I was not going? I was about to take refuge in the Hawthorne tree when Cythia and Arial came to my aid (wow, it would be easier to climb this tree as a cat, unlike the time I saved Pip from the Blue jay).They flew wildly around and around Bill’s head twittering and scolding and tweaking his ears.

“Stop it! You’re trying to harm the Kind One!” Arial perched on his nose and with her hands on her hips, gave him a stern scowl. “That”, and she turned around pointing and smiling at me, “is the Kind One.” Bill’s mouth hung open and the broom dropped from his hands.

© Tami Ruesch, The Misty World of Arial Hollyberry,

Cythia and Arial were pushing me toward the back door, you can’t tell by looking at them, but for only being three inches tall, they are strong for their size. ” Hey, guy’s, don’t you think we should wait for Bill to get home? I mean, maybe he should be here to help. There’s not going to be side effects or anything is there? You didn’t tell me how long the potion will work or what to expect…guy’s, wait!”

They pushed and I protested right up until we reached the door. What are they going to do now, they can’t push me and open the door at the same time. My frenzied train of thought evaporated when  Cythia waved her wand at the door causing it to swing open, allowing us to walk through without any hesitation.

When the black cat saw us it ceased its useless struggle.  Hanging suspended in mid air by the energy field that surrounded it, the creature stared at us with wild, flashing  green eyes. As we got closer, it pinned its ears back and produced a low throaty growl. Its razor sharp claws pulsed in and out, it was just waiting for a chance to strike.

Arial landed on my shoulder, her usual perch and whispered in my ear. “Do not worry, Kind One, you will have plenty of time to complete your mission. Go to the rear, there is a door through which you can pass. Krystal’s energy is emanating from somewhere in the back of the house. Do you understand?”

Keeping a wary eye on Mrs. Shunners cat, I nodded. “I still don’t like this.” Cythia darted over and flew circles around my head, “You’ll be just fine.” She pulled three strands of my hair out. “This is just in case of an emergency.” My mouth dropped open, “Emergency? What emergency!?”Arial snapped her fingers and the green goo appeared. She handed me the bottle and indicated that I should drink up.

I sniffed it. It smelled like green jello with a hint of licorice, and something else that I couldn’t identify but was slightly acrid. Arial helped tip the bottle to my mouth. She winked at me, “I think you will find this surprisingly different!” I pinched my nose shut and I swallowed the brew.

At first, nothing happened, then everything went blurry. The yard started rocking back and forth. I sat down to steady myself. This ethereal feeling left me slightly light-headed. From somewhere far away I heard Cythia telling the other faeries to float the cat closer. A beautiful rainbow of light shot out of  her wand and the cat went limp. I was suddenly overcome with the urge to pet the thick, glossy black fur.

The world dimmed out. When the fog lifted, I was aware that my hearing and eyesight had sharpened, I felt extremely agile and felt a driving need to hunt sweep over me. With my human awareness remaining intact, I had taken on a feline form. I no longer walked, I sauntered.

I felt Cythia and Arial coming up behind me, in one fluid movement I reacted, jumping and turning at the same time coming down on all four paws, back arched and ears pinned, ready to strike at the eminent threat. When I saw that it was just my faerie friends, I tried to apologize, but all that came out was a mewling moan so I just flicked my tail upward and began swishing it quietly back and forth.

Arial grabbed me by the whiskers to focus my attention. I tried to shake her off, but she held fast. “Remember, you are Mrs. Shunners Cat, act like you belong there. Go to the back of the dwelling and find the entrance, your new vision will help you in the dim interior. Be quick.”

I rubbed my chin up against Arial to show that I understood, then padded softly down the sidewalk and turned the corner, heading for the Shunners property, trying hard not to get distracted by the bird jumping from branch to branch in the big bush at the corner of the yard.

When I got to the garden wall, I sprung effortlessly up and proceeded to follow it to the fence that divided the front of their yard from the back. It was no effort at all for me to balance myself as I edged along the top with my new found feline grace.

The Shunners yard was overgrown with thorny vines. Bare now, but when summer came they would be covered with raspberries.  I negotiated the thorny, dead wood and made my way  to the back door. The Shunners had installed a small swinging door so that their cats could come and go at their leisure. How thoughtful of her. Weird how I could still think like me but look like a cat. This is one for the record books!

I inched slowly forward, pausing every few steps to sniff the air, then moved forward again. I felt a static charge in the air, it made my fur stand up a little and heightened my senses. After a slow deliberate approach to the little door, I stopped, then pushed it opened with my head and let myself into the dimly lit interior of Mrs. Shunners house coming face to face with my twin self, a large midnight black cat.

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

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For those who would rather listen, you can find all of the audio post in one convenient place, just look under the tab "Faeries in word and song". These are arranged from earliest to most recent so that you will be caught up on all the adventures. Turn up your sound!

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"Kind One?"
"Yes Arial..."
"You forgot something."
"I don't think so Arial, what are you talking about?"
"look at the bottom of the posts!"
"I still don't...wait a minute...oh of course! Thanks for bringing that to my attention, what ever would I do without you."

Arial wants me to point out that you can also listen to each post by playing the audio at the end of each posting.

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Fun Fairie Facts

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
Thresholds

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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.