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.
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.
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.
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.
Every night before she slept the changeling girl cast a net upon the grass to catch the dewdrops. She filtered them into her coffee pot, and made the strangest brew.
The caterpillar yawned, thinking he was finished now. He was feeling tired, downtrodden, and in need of a change. He moved onto his favourite life and wrapped it around himself, cosy and safe. When his bed was made he fell asleep, and dreamt himself into a butterfly.
Mother Nature caressed the fuzzy tendrils of the uncertain bloom, her voice falling to a whisper. “Be brave, little green, your blossom will astound you.”
She awoke to find the fairies had strewn the raspberries with handmade garlands. She smiled and took a step closer. “You thought we forgot you were coming, didn’t you?” She nodded. It felt good to be back at the cottage again.
The young leaves were so busy growing they failed to notice they’d forgotten to dress in green. It wasn’t the worst thing in the world, but it reminded the others of autumn and cast a solemn mood as they counted the days remaining in the summer and worried over a chill in the air.
She escaped the drab indoors at last, running through the meadow and throwing herself onto the ground. Giggling, she looked up to the daisies. They nodded their approval. It was a fine day for daydreams.
Jennifer Shelby 