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mid July heat.
I dive into the refreshing sea, and swim out far from the shore. Overhead, sea terns and gulls wing gracefullyâŠcircling effortlessly, held aloft on that warm summerâs breeze.
As I swim, once again I feel a presenceâŠodd and unseen. Ignoring it I continue further out, leaving the palm-treed shoreline far in the distance.
Suddenly, without warning, I see two dark objects speeding in my direction. Iâve seen these before. Large mammals with gleaming eyesâŠtwin otters speeding swiftly, as if flying towards me. âThis is not good.â I tell myself, as I turn to try to make my way back to the safety of the distant shore.
Then, about ten yards ahead of me, comes a large porpoise, blue in color, sailing clear out of the water. It has a young woman straddled on its back. With long black hair cascading down her side and back, she reminds me of a famous painting⊠âLady Godivaâ. But instead of a white stallion, this apparition is gracefully mounted on a large blue fish.
She beckons me to hop on behind her, which I do without any hesitation. This large fish easily outswims those menacing threats.
Back on the safety of terra firma, I look at this beauty standing before me, and recognize her green eyes immediately. âMelâŠis this you? Youâre gorgeous!â I tell her.
She turns a shade of pink as she continues to stand motionless and in utter silence. Her long hair drapes her tawny figure modestly.
Then without further ado, she plunges back into the ocean and disappears under the rolling waves.
Saddened that she has left so quickly without giving me the chance to thank her properly, I renew my morning run.
Erelong, I come upon a couple sitting under a large tree. The fellow resembles a young Sly Stallone, and she looks somewhat eastern, with lovely olive-toned skin that complements her raven black hair.
As I pass, I notice that she is reading poetry to her friend. They wave and I return the gesture.
Soon they are only a blur - two merged dots in the distance.
âWake up Cal.â I hear a tiny voice calling next to my ear. âYouâve been talking in your sleep. And your legs were moving as if you were running a race. Look at youâŠall sweaty. Go freshen up at the lake, and come back and tell me all about your dream.â
I look into those mischievous eyes of hers, and ask, âCan youâŠdid you manipulate my dream?â
All she says to me, while looking bashfully away, âGo and get cleaned up⊠and Iâll get myself something to eat.âAnd she zips off, catching the churr of an errant grasshopper or cicada.
Chapter Five
Getting to know Mel and her friends
After my dip and breakfast, I was getting some rays, when Mel shows up holding a single light blue morning glory in her hands. Itâs big enough to fit her head like a large hat. âItâs for you, Cal. I picked it myself. Take itâŠit is heavy.â
âWhy, thanks, but whatâs the occasion?â
âOh, itâs for being a friendâŠthatâs all.â
âWhere are the others? I havenât heard a peep from them since last evening.â
Theyâre still sleeping. They had a party not too far from here. Dancing and singingâŠyou know the usual thing that we do when the moon is full.â
I say to her, âWhy werenât you with them, celebrating also? Theyâre your friends.â
âI prefer to be here with you. Besides youâre more interesting, and Iâve celebrated each full moon now for over a century. Iâm sure that I didnât miss anything different.â
âThat is so nice.â I tell her as I smell the flower.âBut tell me more about how you manipulated my dream.
Many times I wake out of a great dream and I wish to continue it, but that never happens. Or, sometimes I try hard to remember certain details of itâŠbut itâs lost forever, somewhere in the dusty corridors of my mind.â
She comes closer and lies down on my outstretched legs, using my knees for a pillow. Then with her arms behind her head, she says, âItâs quite easy. All that it is, is simply the power of suggestion. While you were fast asleep, and you entered the R.E.M. stage of your sleep, which is the time when people dream the best, I approached your ear andâŠhow can I explain it most clearly? âŠI painted a scenario in your unconscious mind, and included myself in it.â
âWow! It seemed so real, and I remember all of it. Thatâs so great, Mel, a bit disturbing, but great.â
She beams with delight, and claps her tiny hands.
I put the funnel-like flower on her head, and she gets up and does a small pirouette, laughing like a child with a new toy.
âLater on, why donât you bring your tiny family circle over so that I can get to know them better? And I really would love to meet Tina and Carmine. They sound fascinating. I want to hear more of their sixties escapades.â
âOkey, dokey, Itâll be my great pleasure.â
By noon I have had enough sun tanning. I pull out a beer from the tent cooler and sit back to enjoy the scenery.
Out of nowhere Mel flies in. âYou got beer? Can I have a sip?âShe asks.
âYouâre too young. Are you sure that you are of the legal drinking age?â I tease, knowing well that she is, and then some.
She smiles sweetly and alights on my shoulder and bites my neck, and flies off to that big pine tree above me, and sits with her arms folded in front of her, looking a bit miffed.
âMel. I was just playing with you. So donât be angry. Come down and Iâll give you a capful.â
Like a bullet she is down and hovering in front of me and the opened bottle of brew.
âI was just pretending too.â She says, as she sticks her tongue out at me.
After having drunk the capful, I tell her to round up some of the others, and invite them to come over here.
She nods and flies off toward their location. I perceive that her flight is not as true as it usually is.
An hour later, along with about a dozen others, she appears over the lake. They look like a flock of birds on the horizon over the lake, yet all different in shape and sizeâŠand all very colorfully dressed. Instantly Iâm able to spot Tina and Carmine.
âWhat took you so long?â I inquire.
âWell, they werenât ready, so I took a napâŠand it wasnât because of the beer.â She lies.
For the rest of the day, I get to know them all.
I tell them to return later when Iâm to light a bonfire.
âBring your musical instruments, so that I can enjoy listening to some of your melodies.â
Later that afternoon I gather more driftwood along the shore for the fire. Mel is helping. Sheâs toting a twig the size of my pinky, looking pleased that she can contribute.
I decide to cool off and at the same time wash off all the dirt that clung to me while hauling the fuel for our fire.
While making my way out, away from shore, Mel dives under the water and emerges next to me a few hundred yards away from where she submerged.
âHow do you do thatâŠholding your breath for that length of time? And whatâs your record under?â I ask her.
âThe longest that I did was forty minutesâŠbut whoâs counting? Itâs not hard. I can teach it to you in a few minutes.â She says proudly.
For the next five minutes she explains the technique, and I find out that it all has to do with positive thinking.
I dive down and follow her as she virtually flies under the waves. She is as graceful as a penguin swimming tirelessly. Before I even notice, Iâm under for a good ten minutes, and still not straining. I think that itâs more than what she tells me. She must have put a little of her pixie magic on me.
âGreat, Calvin! See, with a bit of concentrationâŠand my coaching, youâll be able to accomplish just about anything.â
I jokingly ask if I can become as small as her. She replies immediately, âWhy sureâŠthatâs even easier than what youâre doing now.â
Iâm stunned. I stop swimming and look at her grinning. âYouâre just pulling my legâŠarenât you?â
âWhy would I do that?âShe replies somewhat puzzled. âI told you that Iâm here for you, and I can teach you many things.â
Chapter Six
Dancing around the campfire.
As the evening light dims over our little piece of heaven, I light the fire. Mel wants to blow out the match but I caution her not to. It may catch her delicate wings on fire. Then it will be more paperwork to fill out to receive a new set.
Soon the little people start arrivingâŠmore than before. Mel starts to introduce them one by one as they flitter in.
âI hope I can remember them all,â I tell her, as she beckons each in turn to come over.
âThis is Sabrina. We call her the Littlest Witch. She loves to put mild spells on us as a joke.
That thereâŠyou already met Tina and Carmine. Also, Wicked Wanda, Wordie and of course Fearless Freddie, aka âRamboâ.
This is Rosie the Red, whom I mentioned before. Donât you just love those freckles?
CarefulâŠhere comes Mad MarshaâŠremember what I said about her wart?
This is Darling Donna. She is truly the sweetest of us all.â
âI extend my hand and say, âPlease to meet you Donna.â She flies over, curtseys and kisses my cheek instead.
âNow, these here are Samantha and AmandaâŠwe just call them the Twins. They are so alike in many ways that they even finish each otherâs sentences.
âNice to meet you Calvin. Mel told us a lotâŠâSamantha says.
âabout you. She just canât stop telling us all the things you two talk about.âAmanda finishes.
âOh, I told you about Tess the Tinkler. Tess this is Cal. Heâs my friend. Donât you go near him. Ok?â Tess draws near, but keeps her distance. I can see that itâs taking a lot of concentration for her not to come closer.
âThis is Simple Simon. Heâs far from simple. In your world he would be what you would call a nerdâŠwe tease him with that name, knowing very well that he is far from being simple.
Hey Jerry, come over and meet CalâŠbut no joking aroundâŠat least not tonight.
And here comes Cookie. No one knows his real name. This is the best chef we ever had. âSay hiâ Cookie.
This is Crazy Chester. He fell asleep on the hottest day of last summer, and fried his tiny brainâŠheat strokeâŠheâs harmless, and is coherent most of the time.
The one responsible for all our clothes is TimâŠyou guessed itâŠthe Tailor.
And that chubby fellow walking is our own Doc. Heâs the one who we keep busy because of our minor scrapes and bruises, and the occasional broken wing. Those glasses on him are not prescription. He just wears them to give him a more dignified appearance.â
I said, âHi Doc. Thanks for coming. I see that you brought your fiddle. Great.â
âThere are more of us, but many are away, visiting distant relativesâŠcousins, over by the other clans.
As soon as they are all here, it takes no time before the festivities begin. Out come the fiddles, penny whistles, drums and tiny accordions. A few had tambourines attached to their belts.
With the moon and myriad of stars above and the lovely fire down here below, the faeries begin to hold hands
I dive into the refreshing sea, and swim out far from the shore. Overhead, sea terns and gulls wing gracefullyâŠcircling effortlessly, held aloft on that warm summerâs breeze.
As I swim, once again I feel a presenceâŠodd and unseen. Ignoring it I continue further out, leaving the palm-treed shoreline far in the distance.
Suddenly, without warning, I see two dark objects speeding in my direction. Iâve seen these before. Large mammals with gleaming eyesâŠtwin otters speeding swiftly, as if flying towards me. âThis is not good.â I tell myself, as I turn to try to make my way back to the safety of the distant shore.
Then, about ten yards ahead of me, comes a large porpoise, blue in color, sailing clear out of the water. It has a young woman straddled on its back. With long black hair cascading down her side and back, she reminds me of a famous painting⊠âLady Godivaâ. But instead of a white stallion, this apparition is gracefully mounted on a large blue fish.
She beckons me to hop on behind her, which I do without any hesitation. This large fish easily outswims those menacing threats.
Back on the safety of terra firma, I look at this beauty standing before me, and recognize her green eyes immediately. âMelâŠis this you? Youâre gorgeous!â I tell her.
She turns a shade of pink as she continues to stand motionless and in utter silence. Her long hair drapes her tawny figure modestly.
Then without further ado, she plunges back into the ocean and disappears under the rolling waves.
Saddened that she has left so quickly without giving me the chance to thank her properly, I renew my morning run.
Erelong, I come upon a couple sitting under a large tree. The fellow resembles a young Sly Stallone, and she looks somewhat eastern, with lovely olive-toned skin that complements her raven black hair.
As I pass, I notice that she is reading poetry to her friend. They wave and I return the gesture.
Soon they are only a blur - two merged dots in the distance.
âWake up Cal.â I hear a tiny voice calling next to my ear. âYouâve been talking in your sleep. And your legs were moving as if you were running a race. Look at youâŠall sweaty. Go freshen up at the lake, and come back and tell me all about your dream.â
I look into those mischievous eyes of hers, and ask, âCan youâŠdid you manipulate my dream?â
All she says to me, while looking bashfully away, âGo and get cleaned up⊠and Iâll get myself something to eat.âAnd she zips off, catching the churr of an errant grasshopper or cicada.
Chapter Five
Getting to know Mel and her friends
After my dip and breakfast, I was getting some rays, when Mel shows up holding a single light blue morning glory in her hands. Itâs big enough to fit her head like a large hat. âItâs for you, Cal. I picked it myself. Take itâŠit is heavy.â
âWhy, thanks, but whatâs the occasion?â
âOh, itâs for being a friendâŠthatâs all.â
âWhere are the others? I havenât heard a peep from them since last evening.â
Theyâre still sleeping. They had a party not too far from here. Dancing and singingâŠyou know the usual thing that we do when the moon is full.â
I say to her, âWhy werenât you with them, celebrating also? Theyâre your friends.â
âI prefer to be here with you. Besides youâre more interesting, and Iâve celebrated each full moon now for over a century. Iâm sure that I didnât miss anything different.â
âThat is so nice.â I tell her as I smell the flower.âBut tell me more about how you manipulated my dream.
Many times I wake out of a great dream and I wish to continue it, but that never happens. Or, sometimes I try hard to remember certain details of itâŠbut itâs lost forever, somewhere in the dusty corridors of my mind.â
She comes closer and lies down on my outstretched legs, using my knees for a pillow. Then with her arms behind her head, she says, âItâs quite easy. All that it is, is simply the power of suggestion. While you were fast asleep, and you entered the R.E.M. stage of your sleep, which is the time when people dream the best, I approached your ear andâŠhow can I explain it most clearly? âŠI painted a scenario in your unconscious mind, and included myself in it.â
âWow! It seemed so real, and I remember all of it. Thatâs so great, Mel, a bit disturbing, but great.â
She beams with delight, and claps her tiny hands.
I put the funnel-like flower on her head, and she gets up and does a small pirouette, laughing like a child with a new toy.
âLater on, why donât you bring your tiny family circle over so that I can get to know them better? And I really would love to meet Tina and Carmine. They sound fascinating. I want to hear more of their sixties escapades.â
âOkey, dokey, Itâll be my great pleasure.â
By noon I have had enough sun tanning. I pull out a beer from the tent cooler and sit back to enjoy the scenery.
Out of nowhere Mel flies in. âYou got beer? Can I have a sip?âShe asks.
âYouâre too young. Are you sure that you are of the legal drinking age?â I tease, knowing well that she is, and then some.
She smiles sweetly and alights on my shoulder and bites my neck, and flies off to that big pine tree above me, and sits with her arms folded in front of her, looking a bit miffed.
âMel. I was just playing with you. So donât be angry. Come down and Iâll give you a capful.â
Like a bullet she is down and hovering in front of me and the opened bottle of brew.
âI was just pretending too.â She says, as she sticks her tongue out at me.
After having drunk the capful, I tell her to round up some of the others, and invite them to come over here.
She nods and flies off toward their location. I perceive that her flight is not as true as it usually is.
An hour later, along with about a dozen others, she appears over the lake. They look like a flock of birds on the horizon over the lake, yet all different in shape and sizeâŠand all very colorfully dressed. Instantly Iâm able to spot Tina and Carmine.
âWhat took you so long?â I inquire.
âWell, they werenât ready, so I took a napâŠand it wasnât because of the beer.â She lies.
For the rest of the day, I get to know them all.
I tell them to return later when Iâm to light a bonfire.
âBring your musical instruments, so that I can enjoy listening to some of your melodies.â
Later that afternoon I gather more driftwood along the shore for the fire. Mel is helping. Sheâs toting a twig the size of my pinky, looking pleased that she can contribute.
I decide to cool off and at the same time wash off all the dirt that clung to me while hauling the fuel for our fire.
While making my way out, away from shore, Mel dives under the water and emerges next to me a few hundred yards away from where she submerged.
âHow do you do thatâŠholding your breath for that length of time? And whatâs your record under?â I ask her.
âThe longest that I did was forty minutesâŠbut whoâs counting? Itâs not hard. I can teach it to you in a few minutes.â She says proudly.
For the next five minutes she explains the technique, and I find out that it all has to do with positive thinking.
I dive down and follow her as she virtually flies under the waves. She is as graceful as a penguin swimming tirelessly. Before I even notice, Iâm under for a good ten minutes, and still not straining. I think that itâs more than what she tells me. She must have put a little of her pixie magic on me.
âGreat, Calvin! See, with a bit of concentrationâŠand my coaching, youâll be able to accomplish just about anything.â
I jokingly ask if I can become as small as her. She replies immediately, âWhy sureâŠthatâs even easier than what youâre doing now.â
Iâm stunned. I stop swimming and look at her grinning. âYouâre just pulling my legâŠarenât you?â
âWhy would I do that?âShe replies somewhat puzzled. âI told you that Iâm here for you, and I can teach you many things.â
Chapter Six
Dancing around the campfire.
As the evening light dims over our little piece of heaven, I light the fire. Mel wants to blow out the match but I caution her not to. It may catch her delicate wings on fire. Then it will be more paperwork to fill out to receive a new set.
Soon the little people start arrivingâŠmore than before. Mel starts to introduce them one by one as they flitter in.
âI hope I can remember them all,â I tell her, as she beckons each in turn to come over.
âThis is Sabrina. We call her the Littlest Witch. She loves to put mild spells on us as a joke.
That thereâŠyou already met Tina and Carmine. Also, Wicked Wanda, Wordie and of course Fearless Freddie, aka âRamboâ.
This is Rosie the Red, whom I mentioned before. Donât you just love those freckles?
CarefulâŠhere comes Mad MarshaâŠremember what I said about her wart?
This is Darling Donna. She is truly the sweetest of us all.â
âI extend my hand and say, âPlease to meet you Donna.â She flies over, curtseys and kisses my cheek instead.
âNow, these here are Samantha and AmandaâŠwe just call them the Twins. They are so alike in many ways that they even finish each otherâs sentences.
âNice to meet you Calvin. Mel told us a lotâŠâSamantha says.
âabout you. She just canât stop telling us all the things you two talk about.âAmanda finishes.
âOh, I told you about Tess the Tinkler. Tess this is Cal. Heâs my friend. Donât you go near him. Ok?â Tess draws near, but keeps her distance. I can see that itâs taking a lot of concentration for her not to come closer.
âThis is Simple Simon. Heâs far from simple. In your world he would be what you would call a nerdâŠwe tease him with that name, knowing very well that he is far from being simple.
Hey Jerry, come over and meet CalâŠbut no joking aroundâŠat least not tonight.
And here comes Cookie. No one knows his real name. This is the best chef we ever had. âSay hiâ Cookie.
This is Crazy Chester. He fell asleep on the hottest day of last summer, and fried his tiny brainâŠheat strokeâŠheâs harmless, and is coherent most of the time.
The one responsible for all our clothes is TimâŠyou guessed itâŠthe Tailor.
And that chubby fellow walking is our own Doc. Heâs the one who we keep busy because of our minor scrapes and bruises, and the occasional broken wing. Those glasses on him are not prescription. He just wears them to give him a more dignified appearance.â
I said, âHi Doc. Thanks for coming. I see that you brought your fiddle. Great.â
âThere are more of us, but many are away, visiting distant relativesâŠcousins, over by the other clans.
As soon as they are all here, it takes no time before the festivities begin. Out come the fiddles, penny whistles, drums and tiny accordions. A few had tambourines attached to their belts.
With the moon and myriad of stars above and the lovely fire down here below, the faeries begin to hold hands
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