Keeping Fairies
Story
by Mary V Williams
www.inkydigits.com
The teeny weeny fairy with the capricious character and the very pretty
wings enchanted the old troll. He set her on his lumpy knees and held
her still while she fluttered angrily at him.
You can't keep me, you know, squeaked the fairy, in a tiny voice.
The troll thought otherwise.
"I can give you a lovely cricket jar to live in," he offered,
cunningly. "You could sing to me in the evenings." But it was a barren place
he lived in, all rocks and stones. The fairy was not impressed.
She squirmed a little and sent
a shower of dust over his knee. The Troll held her more tightly,
between his finger and thumb. Suddenly he stood up and fetched down the
cricket jar and popped the teeny weeny fairy inside. She glared at him
fiercely through the holes. "Let me out! You'll be sorry!" He ignored her.
Late that evening he remembered she was still there.
"Sing!" he ordered her. The teeny weeny fairy, whose wings were no
longer pretty, sang a sad, miserable song. "Cheer it up a bit," ordered the
Troll.
Then the teeny weeny fairy sang her shrillest, highest notes and would
not stop. The Troll could not bear it. His ears screamed. His teeth
ached. Oh the pain! Even the rocks rang. The mountainside above him
throbbed with the vibrations.
Grabbing the jar, he smashed it on the ground into a trillion tiny
pieces and the fairy flew away. Too late, the Troll realised what he'd
done.
Above him the avalanche started to rumble down the mountain.
Keeping Fairies© COPYRIGHT 2006 Mary V Williams. Reproduction prohibited without permission from the author. 04/25/06
