Ellaby hasn’t seen or heard from his best friend in days. This was unusual and prompted Ellaby to go and stop by where Lem lived in a wonderful cozy home under the roots of a large old elm tree. It had belonged to many generations of his gnome family. It was right next to a stream where he and Ellaby would float paper boats down it, talk to passing frogs, and play with other creatures that lived along the merrily gurgling stream.
As I said before Lem had been missing for too many days and when Ellaby knocked on his door he heard nothing at first. But then his ear pricked up when he heard a weak croak, “Hellooo?” Lem quickly poked his head in the door and there propped up on a pile of pillows was Lem looking feverish and miserable.
“Where have you been?” asked Lem crankily. “I could have died right here and no one would have cared.”
“I came to see you as soon as I realized you hadn’t come to town. It’s only been a few days,” answered Ellaby in a soothing voice. He was very patient because he knew Lem was only ever cross when he was ill. “What can I bring you? …Some nice root soup or a warm compress for your chest? Some new books? Cough syrup? Witches Good for What Ails You All Purpose Elixer?”
“No,” Lem answered, “No not much …I just need some company… and a cup of tea… and maybe a slice of ginger root toast…and plump my pillows please…and open the window just a hair will you please…. a cold cloth for my brow…. and some of those flowers just down the stream would be nice… hmmm I guess that ‘s all.”
Ellaby looked at his friend and what he thought and what he said were two different things. He just looked at his dear friend and said, “Alright, in a jiffy. We’ll have you up and running around in no time.
Copyright 2014 Ann Gates Fiser All rights reserved
If in your wanderings you have come upon a satyr or two, you will probably be in agreement that they are a most arrogant lot. They have a very high opinion of themselves when it comes to wooing and winning the fairer sex. They don’t feel like they particularly have to try very hard to get the attentions of fair maidens. Quite bluntly they are the “bad boys” of the fae kingdom. Of course in their defense many girls and women (who should know better) have quite literally thrown themselves at the feet of a satyr hoping for a kiss or two…or more.
Keep in mind that Satyrs are not the marrying kind. They will love you for a night, maybe even a day or two, but they will leave. And please don’t fall into the trap of thinking that if you love them enough, and do all the right things that they will stick around because you are so wonderful that they couldn’t possibly be satisfied with another female’s attentions. You see it’s not about quality for them, it’s quantity. It’s conquest. The moment you give in, you’re fate is sealed.
Knowing that, you might mistakenly believe that it’s worth a little pain of parting to spend time with him. But let me make this perfectly clear. It is you who will never be satisfied with the attentions of another man, a human man, a good man. No. You are spoiled forever. Think about that, before you go sniffing around a satyr. You have been warned!
Pink was Keria’s favorite color. She always wore pink and she even wished her wings to be that same rosy color as well. Oh yes! Fairies have the power to change the color of their wings at will. Most don’t stay the same color all the time. They have their favorites but usually they have many. But not Keria. Pink was her color and soon everyone was calling her Pinky. They called her Pinky for so long that almost all forgot what her true name was. Which was fine with her. Only her mother ever called her Keria anymore and only in private by Keria’s rather adamant request.
Coming upon a mermaid is a most wondrous sight, but one is advised to to be very cautious when approaching her, or him! There appears to be two varieties of merpeople. I say two because the mermaid or merman is a very elusive creature and it is merely conjecture at this point as to the number of types. And why wouldn’t they be elusive!? They seem to be well aware of mankind’s penchant to shoot, stuff, and subsequently proudly hang over their fireplaces their so called “trophies”. Or perhaps even worse is forcing them to perform in some Sea World type place, or caging them in a tiny aquarium in some zoo for all the world to gawk at open mouthed and perhaps drooling.
The two known supposed varieties of merpeople are the common or ordinary mermaid/man (though there is nothing common or ordinary about them) and the second known as a siren. The common merperson is known to assume the form of a dolphin to guide sailors who are lost, lead ships trying to navigate treacherous rock filled waters, rescue drowning sailors , etc.
Ah, but the sirens are a whole nother matter. Their intent towards mankind is not so benevolent. They enjoy immensely, sitting on the rocks sweetly singing with their bewitchingly beautiful voices luring unwary and unsuspecting sailors to certain death. Their ships, then are steered by maddened men whom neither can see, know or care that the rocks are mere yards away waiting to smash their ships into thousands of little pieces that will end up as as flotsam and jetsam on a beach next morning. The sailor who is lucky enough to have survived the sinking of his ship only to come to the notice of the sirens is likewise lured below the waves where the sirens continue to sing their hauntingly beautiful songs, the sailor responding by following them ever lower to the icy depths, only to realize when it too late that he is drowning and soon to be dead.
The learned and well known authority on the children of the fae, Hans Christian Andersen, purports to believe that merpeople live to be around 300 years old, have no souls, turn to seafoam when they die, and must earn their souls by good deeds. (kind of keeps out the Sirens, doesn’t it…?) I however think that is utter rubbish and nonsense and is a patent expression of the arrogance of some who think that just because they are capable of writing things down that it makes it true. I do not believe for one second that any merperson would disclose such a personal detail about themselves to any human. Frankly no human lives long enough to prove or disprove how long a mermaid lives or knows with absolute certainty that they themselves even have a soul. Personally, I believe that all creatures do have them though like everyone else I can’t prove it. I would be a lot happier if I could.
In conclusion I strongly admonish that if you are so incredibly fortunate as to come upon a merperson that you take note and keep to a safe distance. Admire, but do not under any circumstance attempt to touch or make contact in any way.
Copyright 2013 All rights reserved Ann Gates Fiser
After posting so regularly many of you may wonder what happened to me. ( I often wonder that myself). My husband I were hired to paint the bedroom and playroom of three little girls ages 4-9. The bedroom room is huge- approximately 29′ by about 22′. The playroom is also big but I never took the time to measure. The girls’ playhouse cottage bunk bed has three full size mattresses in it to give you some idea of the scale. The ceiling is vaulted and goes up about 12-14 feet on the high side. Well enough writing. On to the pictures.
Con ayuda de Alejandra Moglia estoy armando este blog por intermedio de WORDPRESS. Es en reemplazo del que tuve en Blogger desde noviembre del 2011 y que en enero del 2014 el mismo Blogger eliminó sin aviso previo y sin darme ninguna explicación. En este nuevo blog iré incluyendo mis textos de LIJATE que había publicado en aquel otro. Son textos de los que pienso no volverán a editarse en libro, pero lo hago para que lleguen a la mayor cantidad posible de lectores sin discriminar a nadie ni por la edad, ni por el sexo, ni por asexuado y ni siquiera por analfabeto; al contrario. _ (HACIENDO CLIC CON EL MOUSE EN CUALQUIERA DE LOS NÚMEROS O TÍTULOS QUE ESTÁN A CONTINUACIÓN DE "INICIO", PUEDE ACCEDERSE A LOS DISTINTOS TEXTOS QUE FUI PUBLICANDO HASTA AHORA.)