Cinderella Faerie

Owl and moth felt the forest shift toward tree mother It’s the faerie queen, whispered one to the other A slight blink of a light began heading in from the east. It’s the Cinderella faerie, suggested a frog named Meast. The cricket arrived in seconds holding fiddle between his legs. He was sipping a drink from one of the tavern’s yellow kegs. The more he drank, the faster was the music that he made. Chipmunk and mouse began dancing a jig right there in the shade. Cinderella faerie arrived with a team of gorgeous fireflies. Her hair was red and curly, and she had deep violet eyes. The owl pretended difference, but he could not stop staring. This is how we all knew he was enthralled, totally caring.