When was your last encounter with a
fairy? You have to know, that they are nice individuals - at least
most of them. Watching a fairy at work can be very revealing.
If you are interested: It just
happened that I unintentionally overheard a conversation between a
young boy and his personal fairy, and so I preserved this rare
moment (and hopefully my name along with it) for eternity.
Apparently it was their last meeting
at the gate of a garden. The boy just came from where the garden was
as colourful as a garden can be. He never wanted to be anywhere else.
But he had to step forward. His days in the garden now were gone.
He stood there, the gate behind him,
the fairy floating next to his face.
"Everything okay?" she
asked. "You knew, that you had to go. Nobody is allowed to stay
But knowing that is like knowing that
the ice-cream in your hand will melt soon if you don't eat it.
Knowing it doesn't make it better, right?
The boy shrugged and remembered the
first time the fairy appeared. It was with a bright flash of light,
just the overwhelming appearance you expect from a proper fairy.
"How can I tell you the way that
I feel?" the boy asked. The fairy gave him a pat on the
shoulder, just a little one, and the boy stumbled. "You fairies
are very strong. Are you practising a lot?"
The fairy blushed. "Miracles are
not always sufficient for your defence. When somebody wants to steal
your magic flute, you have to protect yourself the old-fashioned
way. This romantic wizard-stuff is fine, but nowadays you need more
Not very feminine, thought the boy
and frightened. Can a fairy read thoughts? He looked at her
suspiciously. The fairy smoothed her wings. The boy was relieved -
obviously she couldn't.
"You have to go now", said
the fairy and shook her wings. 'Young rascal. I'll be damned if I
couldn't read thoughts. But I don't have to tell him all my secrets,
do I?' - "You really have to go now. And don't look back. It
will be the best for you."
"Otherwise I turn to salt?"
"Nonsense!" She frowned.
Always these prejudices. "Otherwise it's harder for you to
forget the garden. And you know, your time here is over. You will
never see the garden again."
The boy sighed and looked at the way
ahead of him.
"And if I...?"
"Don't even think about it!"
"How do you...? Are you able to
read my mind? Be honest!"
"Why, aah, no..." said the
fairy. "It's just... ahh... that every boy says the same things
at this moment."
"I see" said the boy, and
the fairy was relieved. "But this means... I was not the only
one in the garden?"
"Oh boy - no, of course. Why do
you all think that you are the only ones! You are so busy with
yourself, that you don't notice the others. There are plenty of you
inside. You are no exception. And all of you have to go at a certain
time. And..." she made a significant pause "... all get a
gift when they leave."
She presented - out of nowhere - a
small box, wrapped in funny paper.
"What is it?"
"Something very personal. All of
you get their own present, each one different. You may open it, when
The boy looked at the fairy with sad
"Go now - do not hesitate!"
she said. She refused to give him another pat on the back. You never
know how resistant young boys are.
The boy didn't want to follow the
order, but without further thinking, he simply turned around and
started to walk. And once he turned his back on the fairy, she
vanished in a bright flash of light, brighter than the sparkling of
the sunlight on grandpa Joseph's goldtooth. She was on the way to a
where everything could happen.
So now, as the fairy visits the next
child and the boy opens his gift to look, what might be in the box,
we have to leave this place and look out for another story.
I am sorry, but this one ends here.