We Faeries Were As Quiet As Could Be

Faerie Gran asleep high up on a blue shelf. Gremlins had messed things up with Obo their funny elf. Washing dishes with her faerie dancing feet PreSage Blue Sweet Faerie could keep a lively beat. Mama of this family had finally gone to bed. She was truly exhausted, sleeping like the grateful dead. On her plate were two children, the oldest barely three. Mama needed her rest, so we were as quiet as we could be. We had tiptoed through the garden, flown above the gate. Faerie Gran had cautioned us, so none of us were late. White Pure Sister Faerie was consoling Baby Faerie now, He had pricked his thumb on a needle and was putting up a row. Soap bubbles began serenading us in their rainbow way. We were having delightful fun, for cleaning is our play. Faerie Gran fell off the shelf, before we were completely done. Her wings kept her in the air, which added to our wholesome fun.