Normally my petite, pretty fairy, named Francine, dressed in her simple lilac dress, sits along the edge of my tabletop water fountain. Her presence lending a bit of magic to my days.
This morning, I found her feet up, in the fountain.
It seems as if my little flying friend has taken to drinking red wine… and from a straw, no less.
I nudged her gently. It took her a bit to stir, but when she did, she shook the water off her wings, seemed a bit embarrassed and climbed her way back to sit on the edge.
“Oh little fairy of mine, what happened?” I said.
In barely a whisper, she said, “My wings feel heavy and my head foggy.”
“I imagine, my little friend. I see that you have taken to drinking red wine.”
“Oh, just a wee bit. After I made my way out into the world last night to sprinkle fairy dust of love and joy on the pillows of all sad little girls and boys, Fiona Fairy, Felicia Fairy, Fancie Fairy and I got together for a feast.”
Rubbing her tiny little hand alongside her head with her acorn cap cocked to the side she said, “But we got to talking up a storm, taking turns flying up to the straw to take a sip, and I’m afraid we never did feast.”
“Ah yes, girl’s night out. I do understand. Well, seems to me, my little one, you shall be grounded for the day before your wings will have the strength to fly again, and the pounding in your wee little head subsides.”
Curling onto her side, she let out a small little sigh. I gently placed a soft pillow under her head and covered her in a soft pink blanket.
Kissing her on the side of the cheek I said, “Have no fear my little fairy, the cobwebs will eventually clear, and you will fly once again.”
