“Mommy! I think that tree is growing fairies!”
the terrible manners of mushrooms
With a tiny grunt, the mushroom pushed back the plant. There was need to hog all the space, after all. “Oh, sorry,” said the lavender, picking up her leaves and shuffling to the side. The mushroom gave her a curt nod and went back to work.
the toad and the rock
Toad felt a certain kinship with rocks. Of course, the rocks never failed to ignore him, but they never moved away from him either. He took this as a sign to keep trying.
water’s pied piper
White threads of water escaped the pool with a giggle, carving their way through moss and splashing over rocks. The Pied Piper of Gravity grinned at their fun as he played on his pipe and led them along.
messy fairies
Lumpy pillows of verdant green were scattered everywhere. “Messy, messy fairies,” grumbled a goblin, picking them up and setting them to rights.
race to the shore
“Race ya!” shouted a droplet in the ocean, a million or so years ago. Its friends joined in, and they raced to the shore, the very first wave the world had ever known.
directions
The pixie left detailed directions to her den written atop a mushroom. This was often how the pixies shared their secrets, knowing there would only be an hour or two before the notes rotted away and were lost forever. They never did realize the greater fungus down below kept careful notes of all these writings and shared them far and wide.
queen identification
Identifying which half-shell is the queen is no more difficult than searching for her crown. Yet take heed, for she is often confused with her more dangerous counterpart, the Medusa.
the top hat goblin
He wasn’t fond of living in hearths or kitchens like most goblins; it was forests and shadows for him. He didn’t even dress like other goblins. He preferred to remain in the nude with only his top hat and the occasional leaf, which might be why he avoided kitchens and humans in general, come to think of it.
mist
As the sun grew higher, so the mist rose up to meet it, holding back the heat for a few spare moments while the little things woke and scrambled for the shade.
Jennifer Shelby 