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Strolling Through My Local Wood

Strolling through my local wood, fading light, nearly dusk. I stopped to look around for I thought I heard a whispering voice. There was no one there that I could see, yet the whispering, it was really close. A little worried I became, for the voice, it called my name. I looked up, looked down, then I spied a toadstool, no two. Then as I bent down to closer look I felt a little breath of air, as what ere, it flew past my listening ear. Momentarily distracted from looking at the ground, I looked up to see Fairies flying all around. I must confess I was taken quite aback. Then one, it flew toward me, hovered as it said, “We have watched for years, and like to thank you for all that you have done”. They could see that I looked confused, but before I had a chance to speak, and ask them what was going on, they all fluttered by, and thanked me, one by one. I thought as they were leaving, that no one’s going to believe it, but then, as if they had read my mind, the one who had thanked me initially, came back and said, “We all understand that your wife, and friends you’ll tell, and so that they will believe, we’ve left you a little rose so you can prove that it’s all true”. Well, the wife I gave the rose, not sure that she believes, but just in case you out there think I’m one that might try to deceive, I took a photo of that rose so all can see how tiny it is. Now what you make of it is really up to you, all I can say is “I have enjoyed conveying my “Fairies Tale”, to you.

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