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not find out? I need to go back soon. So why not come with me?â
âCan I? Oh that would be wonderful!â She is happy as a child who is told that she will be going to the circus.
âWhen was the last time you were in a big city?â I ask her.
âLet me seeâŠnot too long ago. I remember watching a television show about a fat bus driver who had a goofy looking friend who lived in the same building. I think he was a worker down in the sewers.â
âMy goodness! That was âThe Honeymoonersâ.â
âYes, thatâs the name. Is that still playing?â
âNo. If thatâs the last time, my dear, you will be in for a culture shock. Things have changed a lot since those fifty years or more.â
She asks, âDo you think I look presentable?â
âIs there any way to make your eyes look smaller?â
âNo problemâŠI can do anything. When can we leave?â
I tell her that I am planning to go in two days - this coming week-end. She is so thrilled that she jumps up and does a small dance. She calls me to join her, but Iâm just happy to watch herâŠshe looks so gracefulâŠso childlike, yet sheâs old enough to be my great grandmother.
I watch her and Iâm truly grateful to be sitting here and enjoying all of this. Itâs so magicalâŠthe place, the music, the faeries singing and dancing around the fireâŠand her. I think that Iâve just fallen in love with a faerie princess.
Chapter Nine
In the deep
The next day is as beautiful as always. The sun comes up to greet the new day. I wonder whatâs in store for me today.
Mel is back in her old form, sleeping in her usual spotâŠin my jacket. And, no she didnât sleep in an abandoned robinâs nest. She only had a small sip of my beer.
She is up before me and has already had her breakfast.
âTime for your next lesson. Swimming and diving. Diving without breaking a wing. Come on sleepy head, have your breakfast and put on your faerie clothes.â
âWhat a nagâ I thought to myself, then laughed.
âWhatâs so funny, Cal?â
âOh, nothingâŠnothing at all.â I say trying not to look her in the eye.
Well, I am a natural born student. At the moment, we are swimming under water and Iâm doing it effortlessly. Iâm even confident enough to take on those giant otters.
Mel says, âLetâs do it.â
So off we go, flying towards the far end of the lake.âDonât fly so close to the water. This lake has all type of predators: Northern Pike, Muskie, Largemouth Bass and some mighty huge Gar. Iâve seen ducks disappear in one bite.â
In a fraction of a second I am now flying well above the waterâs surface. I love to eat fish, but donât relish the idea of me becoming their meal.
Soon, we spotted them. Two dark shadows just beneath the surface, leaving behind them a wake like some small boat.
âFollow my lead, and donât do anything foolish, ok?â says Mel, as she dives into the lake.
With my heart beating a mile a minute, I follow suit.
Earlier, I had asked her exactly why we were doing this. She said, âBecause itâs fun, plus it produces fear, which in turn produces adrenalinâŠand that heightens oneâs ability to excelâŠto try even harder.â
As soon as we hit the water the two hairy beasts turn their attention to us. Mel is in front of me leading the attack. I, on the other hand, am trying my best to keep up. Suddenly, the beasts split up. One is heading towards me at a breakneck speed. I look at Mel and notice that she is heading straight at the other one. It looks as if they are going to collide head on. Just at the last second she dives and comes up behind the dumb creature and grabs its tail. Before it has time to slow down, Mel is sitting high on its backâŠas if it is a bronco. All she needs is a Stetson hat and the picture is complete.
I take cue from her and do likewise, but I miss grabbing its tail, so it makes a u-turn and it all starts over again. This time I go above it, thinking that maybe the beast is smart enough not to allow me the same maneuver. Finally I manage to grasp him by the tail. Iâm hanging on for dear life, and I start my ascent up its back. It tries to bite, but cannot turn enough to reach me.
We hang on and ride these giants for an hour or so, until they give up. If only they had a half a brain, they could have tried to unseat their own mateâs ridersâŠbut that didnât occur to either one.
We are getting bored, so up we shoot, back into the clear autumn air. Mel is doing somersaults and squealing with delight. Iâm also thrilledâŠit truly was fun, and no one got hurt, except maybe some pride on the side of those animals.
âThat was great!â I tell her.âWhen can we do it again?â
âMaybe tomorrowâŠbut instead of these dummies, why not ride an eagle? To sit on its neckâŠfeel the strength in those wingsâŠexperience the air as it rushes through those mighty feathersâŠtaste the pride in what it lusts for⊠its Freedom.â
âWow! Can we actually outsmart an eagle?â
âCal, donât ever forgetâŠwe possess the superior intelligence, by far.â
The next evening was to be the last night to be spent here. Iâm preparing wood for one more bonfire and Mel is off somewhere collecting more driftwood. She is anxious about our trip back to the city. Seattle is very much the opposite of the tranquil life here. I hope she will like it, even though I believe that in no time she will yearn to be back with her friends and familiar surroundings.
Before twilight I get one more chance to fly about. On top of the tallest tree, I survey the breathtaking view. This lake is hugeâŠcanât understand why itâs not on any map.
Now, the fire is burning brightly, and I make myself small again so that I can enjoy the festivities with all my new friends.
Mel is begging me to dance with her around the fire. Reluctantly I get up the nerve and sure as anything, Iâm a dancing fool, enjoying hopping and skipping like the rest of them.
The stars are shining like diamonds in between the smoke-filled sky. Mel pulls me up and we fly high over the bonfire. The sound of merriment from down below soon evaporates into the stillness of the late autumn air. A mild wind is blowing from across the lake. Mel looks so beautiful in the star glow. Her face is like porcelainâŠher raven tresses glimmering like polished black onyx. And her eyesâŠthose eyesâŠthey are almost fluorescent greenâŠas if they have their own built-in light.
She smilesâŠand I melt before her radiant pixie face. As we kiss, I believe that our two hearts are beating as oneâŠin exact precision.
âWhat will my friends say when they lay eyes on this faerie goddess?â I think to myself.
Chapter Ten
In the big city
Next day after packing up Nellybelle, and many tearful hugs and goodbyes, we are ready to depart from this idyllic spot on earth.
Mel is as excited as no-one Iâve ever seen before. She is chattering uncontrollably as we bump along that dirt path.
I feel a little regret about having to leave, but I have a nagging feeling that I will be back.
Before I swing up Seattle way, I decide to return to my friend James, from where I began my trek.
James is a bachelor and is into a lot of dating. He says that his quest is to meet at least one hundred women before he decides to settle down with the right one.
His jaw drops when he answers his door. I introduce Mel to him. He stands there unable to form a proper sentence. âThis is Melissa. I met her while camping.
Hello JamesâŠyou there?â
âWhatâŠwhat did you say her name is? I wasnât paying attention.â
âHi, JamesâŠIâm Mel. I imprinted on Cal.â She tells him.
âImprint?â
âItâs nothing. Not important to you, old pal.â I quickly tell him. Mel just stares at me. I just wink and put my finger to my lips.
âYou have to let me know exactly where this camping spot was.â
I tell him, âMaybe next time. We just stopped to say goodbye. IâŠwe are going back home. Iâll come back when I have more time and visit a little longer. Real soonâŠI promise, and weâll bend the elbow.â
He was sad to see us leave so soon. I think he was sadder to see Mel go, than me.
By four in the afternoon we are driving up into my parking space.
As we ascend the metal stairs to get to my second floor flat, Mrs. Louwicky , my landlady and neighbor, looks out her window and shouts, âHey Cal, welcome back. Where have you been? You look good. And who is that fine lady youâre with? Sheâs a real looker, and a keeper. I wouldnât throw her back. I thought maybe you were gay.â She laughs.
âAlways a kidder, eh, Stella? Oh, by the way, do you think that your daughter can spare some of her clothes. Mel, here, lost everything she owned, and I know Olga is about the same size as Mel.â
âSure, she wonât mind. She has more clothes than she can wear. Besides, she is away for a few months visiting my brother Stan. Heâs in Vancouver, you know. Nice place, Canada. I may go up there myself one dayâŠbut just to visitâŠno more than that.â
We dump all my gear on the floor and I begin to tidy upâŠI wasnât expecting to bring a girl here. The last time I did was five, maybe more like six years ago. I was way too busy with studies and work. Yes, Iâm a sad case.
âGo over to Stella and pick out some stuff to wear, while I get this mess cleaned up. Iâll fix up the bedroom for you. I can sleep here on the sofa. And pick up something dressyâŠI want to take you out to a fancy restaurant tonightâŠor tomorrow night, if youâre too tired. So, go.â
Forty five minutes later she waltzes in with an armful of dresses, pants, tops, and other things that baffle her. âMrs. Louwicky says that I can keep all these. Her daughter buys clothes and wears them once. Then they just take up room in her huge closet. Olga will be happy that they will be of use to someone else.â
âDo you want to go out tonight? Or do you wish simply to relax, and get settled in?â
âHow about if we eat here, rest awhile, talk a bit, then you could show me around your neighborhood, Cal?â
âI like that ideaâŠitâs a plan.â
She starts looking through the pile of clothes Stella donated to her. She picks a matching set of panties and bra and asks me, âWhat are these?â
âThey are toâŠumâŠyou wear themâŠoh for Peteâs sake, Mel, figure it out by yourself. Ok?âI say and I change the subject quickly. âWhat do you wish to eat?â
âGot any crickets, or yummy grasshoppers?â she asks jokingly.
âNo, but I can make some BLT sandwiches. Iâll run down to the corner store and pick up some groceries. You can take a bubble bath or shower, if thatâs what you prefer.â
I tell her that BLT is bacon, lettuce and tomato sandwich, and she say it will
âCan I? Oh that would be wonderful!â She is happy as a child who is told that she will be going to the circus.
âWhen was the last time you were in a big city?â I ask her.
âLet me seeâŠnot too long ago. I remember watching a television show about a fat bus driver who had a goofy looking friend who lived in the same building. I think he was a worker down in the sewers.â
âMy goodness! That was âThe Honeymoonersâ.â
âYes, thatâs the name. Is that still playing?â
âNo. If thatâs the last time, my dear, you will be in for a culture shock. Things have changed a lot since those fifty years or more.â
She asks, âDo you think I look presentable?â
âIs there any way to make your eyes look smaller?â
âNo problemâŠI can do anything. When can we leave?â
I tell her that I am planning to go in two days - this coming week-end. She is so thrilled that she jumps up and does a small dance. She calls me to join her, but Iâm just happy to watch herâŠshe looks so gracefulâŠso childlike, yet sheâs old enough to be my great grandmother.
I watch her and Iâm truly grateful to be sitting here and enjoying all of this. Itâs so magicalâŠthe place, the music, the faeries singing and dancing around the fireâŠand her. I think that Iâve just fallen in love with a faerie princess.
Chapter Nine
In the deep
The next day is as beautiful as always. The sun comes up to greet the new day. I wonder whatâs in store for me today.
Mel is back in her old form, sleeping in her usual spotâŠin my jacket. And, no she didnât sleep in an abandoned robinâs nest. She only had a small sip of my beer.
She is up before me and has already had her breakfast.
âTime for your next lesson. Swimming and diving. Diving without breaking a wing. Come on sleepy head, have your breakfast and put on your faerie clothes.â
âWhat a nagâ I thought to myself, then laughed.
âWhatâs so funny, Cal?â
âOh, nothingâŠnothing at all.â I say trying not to look her in the eye.
Well, I am a natural born student. At the moment, we are swimming under water and Iâm doing it effortlessly. Iâm even confident enough to take on those giant otters.
Mel says, âLetâs do it.â
So off we go, flying towards the far end of the lake.âDonât fly so close to the water. This lake has all type of predators: Northern Pike, Muskie, Largemouth Bass and some mighty huge Gar. Iâve seen ducks disappear in one bite.â
In a fraction of a second I am now flying well above the waterâs surface. I love to eat fish, but donât relish the idea of me becoming their meal.
Soon, we spotted them. Two dark shadows just beneath the surface, leaving behind them a wake like some small boat.
âFollow my lead, and donât do anything foolish, ok?â says Mel, as she dives into the lake.
With my heart beating a mile a minute, I follow suit.
Earlier, I had asked her exactly why we were doing this. She said, âBecause itâs fun, plus it produces fear, which in turn produces adrenalinâŠand that heightens oneâs ability to excelâŠto try even harder.â
As soon as we hit the water the two hairy beasts turn their attention to us. Mel is in front of me leading the attack. I, on the other hand, am trying my best to keep up. Suddenly, the beasts split up. One is heading towards me at a breakneck speed. I look at Mel and notice that she is heading straight at the other one. It looks as if they are going to collide head on. Just at the last second she dives and comes up behind the dumb creature and grabs its tail. Before it has time to slow down, Mel is sitting high on its backâŠas if it is a bronco. All she needs is a Stetson hat and the picture is complete.
I take cue from her and do likewise, but I miss grabbing its tail, so it makes a u-turn and it all starts over again. This time I go above it, thinking that maybe the beast is smart enough not to allow me the same maneuver. Finally I manage to grasp him by the tail. Iâm hanging on for dear life, and I start my ascent up its back. It tries to bite, but cannot turn enough to reach me.
We hang on and ride these giants for an hour or so, until they give up. If only they had a half a brain, they could have tried to unseat their own mateâs ridersâŠbut that didnât occur to either one.
We are getting bored, so up we shoot, back into the clear autumn air. Mel is doing somersaults and squealing with delight. Iâm also thrilledâŠit truly was fun, and no one got hurt, except maybe some pride on the side of those animals.
âThat was great!â I tell her.âWhen can we do it again?â
âMaybe tomorrowâŠbut instead of these dummies, why not ride an eagle? To sit on its neckâŠfeel the strength in those wingsâŠexperience the air as it rushes through those mighty feathersâŠtaste the pride in what it lusts for⊠its Freedom.â
âWow! Can we actually outsmart an eagle?â
âCal, donât ever forgetâŠwe possess the superior intelligence, by far.â
The next evening was to be the last night to be spent here. Iâm preparing wood for one more bonfire and Mel is off somewhere collecting more driftwood. She is anxious about our trip back to the city. Seattle is very much the opposite of the tranquil life here. I hope she will like it, even though I believe that in no time she will yearn to be back with her friends and familiar surroundings.
Before twilight I get one more chance to fly about. On top of the tallest tree, I survey the breathtaking view. This lake is hugeâŠcanât understand why itâs not on any map.
Now, the fire is burning brightly, and I make myself small again so that I can enjoy the festivities with all my new friends.
Mel is begging me to dance with her around the fire. Reluctantly I get up the nerve and sure as anything, Iâm a dancing fool, enjoying hopping and skipping like the rest of them.
The stars are shining like diamonds in between the smoke-filled sky. Mel pulls me up and we fly high over the bonfire. The sound of merriment from down below soon evaporates into the stillness of the late autumn air. A mild wind is blowing from across the lake. Mel looks so beautiful in the star glow. Her face is like porcelainâŠher raven tresses glimmering like polished black onyx. And her eyesâŠthose eyesâŠthey are almost fluorescent greenâŠas if they have their own built-in light.
She smilesâŠand I melt before her radiant pixie face. As we kiss, I believe that our two hearts are beating as oneâŠin exact precision.
âWhat will my friends say when they lay eyes on this faerie goddess?â I think to myself.
Chapter Ten
In the big city
Next day after packing up Nellybelle, and many tearful hugs and goodbyes, we are ready to depart from this idyllic spot on earth.
Mel is as excited as no-one Iâve ever seen before. She is chattering uncontrollably as we bump along that dirt path.
I feel a little regret about having to leave, but I have a nagging feeling that I will be back.
Before I swing up Seattle way, I decide to return to my friend James, from where I began my trek.
James is a bachelor and is into a lot of dating. He says that his quest is to meet at least one hundred women before he decides to settle down with the right one.
His jaw drops when he answers his door. I introduce Mel to him. He stands there unable to form a proper sentence. âThis is Melissa. I met her while camping.
Hello JamesâŠyou there?â
âWhatâŠwhat did you say her name is? I wasnât paying attention.â
âHi, JamesâŠIâm Mel. I imprinted on Cal.â She tells him.
âImprint?â
âItâs nothing. Not important to you, old pal.â I quickly tell him. Mel just stares at me. I just wink and put my finger to my lips.
âYou have to let me know exactly where this camping spot was.â
I tell him, âMaybe next time. We just stopped to say goodbye. IâŠwe are going back home. Iâll come back when I have more time and visit a little longer. Real soonâŠI promise, and weâll bend the elbow.â
He was sad to see us leave so soon. I think he was sadder to see Mel go, than me.
By four in the afternoon we are driving up into my parking space.
As we ascend the metal stairs to get to my second floor flat, Mrs. Louwicky , my landlady and neighbor, looks out her window and shouts, âHey Cal, welcome back. Where have you been? You look good. And who is that fine lady youâre with? Sheâs a real looker, and a keeper. I wouldnât throw her back. I thought maybe you were gay.â She laughs.
âAlways a kidder, eh, Stella? Oh, by the way, do you think that your daughter can spare some of her clothes. Mel, here, lost everything she owned, and I know Olga is about the same size as Mel.â
âSure, she wonât mind. She has more clothes than she can wear. Besides, she is away for a few months visiting my brother Stan. Heâs in Vancouver, you know. Nice place, Canada. I may go up there myself one dayâŠbut just to visitâŠno more than that.â
We dump all my gear on the floor and I begin to tidy upâŠI wasnât expecting to bring a girl here. The last time I did was five, maybe more like six years ago. I was way too busy with studies and work. Yes, Iâm a sad case.
âGo over to Stella and pick out some stuff to wear, while I get this mess cleaned up. Iâll fix up the bedroom for you. I can sleep here on the sofa. And pick up something dressyâŠI want to take you out to a fancy restaurant tonightâŠor tomorrow night, if youâre too tired. So, go.â
Forty five minutes later she waltzes in with an armful of dresses, pants, tops, and other things that baffle her. âMrs. Louwicky says that I can keep all these. Her daughter buys clothes and wears them once. Then they just take up room in her huge closet. Olga will be happy that they will be of use to someone else.â
âDo you want to go out tonight? Or do you wish simply to relax, and get settled in?â
âHow about if we eat here, rest awhile, talk a bit, then you could show me around your neighborhood, Cal?â
âI like that ideaâŠitâs a plan.â
She starts looking through the pile of clothes Stella donated to her. She picks a matching set of panties and bra and asks me, âWhat are these?â
âThey are toâŠumâŠyou wear themâŠoh for Peteâs sake, Mel, figure it out by yourself. Ok?âI say and I change the subject quickly. âWhat do you wish to eat?â
âGot any crickets, or yummy grasshoppers?â she asks jokingly.
âNo, but I can make some BLT sandwiches. Iâll run down to the corner store and pick up some groceries. You can take a bubble bath or shower, if thatâs what you prefer.â
I tell her that BLT is bacon, lettuce and tomato sandwich, and she say it will
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