Molly almost tumbled out of bed this morning with excitement.
‘Todays the day we are going on a fairy hunt’ she whispered to her teddies. Laying on her back and tipping her feet up towards the ceiling she nudged the mattress that lay above her on the top bunk edging her twin brother towards waking.
“Owen,” she stage whispered, “let’s get up and go find some fairies.”
They crept out of the bedroom with the delicacy of an elephant and were greeted by Daddy and Libby-Sue, the twin’s little sister, at the top of the stairs.
“Shhhhh,” daddy raised a finger to his lips, “mummy is still in bed, she’s having a lay in.”
Molly blew air out of her mouth, exasperated, grown ups were so boring, always wanting more sleep. She vowed there and then to never sleep past seven o clock ever in her whole entire life.
All through breakfast Molly wondered what the fairies would look like. Would they be tiny? Would their wings sound like butterflies clapping?
What seemed like hours later, mummy got up, everyone got dressed and the fairy brigade was ready. Libby-Sue was fastened on mummies back and off they set, headed up by Molly, fairy hunter extradonaire.
Owen found the first clue, an acorn tree. Mummy explained this must mean fairies were near as they use empty acorn cups as a boat to cross puddles when it rains. Because everyone knows fairies can’t fly when its wet.
Molly found the next proof of fairy life when she discovered a discarded fairy umbrella that five or six fairies could snuggle under in the wet.
Then Molly almost leapt out of her skin with glee when she discovered a fairy lantern. Carefully positioned outside a fairies lair she explained to mummy that at night-time it would glow in the dark showing the winged wonders the way home.
Molly then discovered hidden passage after hidden passage leading through the bracken to the fairies home. She and Owen watched open mouthed as they watched the leaves on the bushes rustle as the fairies danced away from them trying not to be seen by human eyes.
“We only saw their shadows,” declared Molly “but at least we know they are real” she smiled softly taking comfort in the magic.
“Yes” stamped Owen in agreement beaming from ear to ear.
The price of happiness it seems lies in the pursuit of fairies…