Legacy

Just call me Michael, I’m 56 years old, and an Irishman of the old sod. I’m an honest soul who never told a lie or swiped anything in me whole life. This tale I’m about to tell is told by none other than me myself.

 

One fine sunny morn a couple of weeks ago, having had me a fine breakfast I went out on me porch to enjoy the morning sun.  Also to finish my cup of coffee that I’d only added a wee drop or two of eye opener so to speak.  You see I do most of my wee bit of nipping later in the day.

 

As I sat there only an arms length from me fine Morning Glory Vine that had grown up around me porch post and was in full magnificent bloom, now mind ye that’s the truth.  I like to watch the colorful wee Hummingbirds enjoy the nectar they glean from the flowers.  They are so wee and pretty, they make me think of Fairy’s.  As I stared at the pretty little beasties I thought they are a lot like a fairy are they not.

 

I added a couple more drops of eye opener to me coffee and as I brought it to my lips I looked over the cup edge and did a double take.  Faith and Begoora!  If I wasn’t looking at a real Fairy amongst the Humming Birds, then I was still in me bed dreaming.   She had a little green dress, petite fast moving wings just like the Humming Birds She also had a wee bucket no bigger than a thimble and was gathering nectar just like the Humming Birds.  Well when her little bucket was full she took off unawares that I’d even seen her.

 

Well I followed in hot pursuit at a discriminate distance of course,. Making sure I had my flask with me as I knew I’d need a bracer after all that running.

 

That wee Fairy flew into a glade that was mostly void of paths of any sort; but I seen where she went.  I crept up silently for a closer look.  To my almost disbelief and certainly my wonderment I saw, just a second I need me a bracer. Ah that was helpful. Anyway I saw some trees with a moderately sized base and at various levels from eight to twenty inches off the ground there were little windows and doors in the tree trunks, one even had a porch with a wee chair on it.

 

I knew I had to tell the whole village, but first the boys at the tavern where I could wet me whistle to help in the telling.  I knew I’d need proof and since catching a Fairy is impossible, I grabbed the wee chair to show as proof.

 

It was mid morning when I got to the tavern and a good crowd of good old boys were already there.  I figured the chair as proof was good for someone buying me a few rounds.

 

What I got was no free rounds, just a lot of fellows laughing at me, saying I’d already had way too much to be trying to pass such a tale as fact.

 

Not to be put off I invited them to come see the little Fairy Village for themselves.  There was about five that said they like to see it.  I don’t think they were sincere.  I think they just wanted to laugh at me some more.  Well I figured I’d have the last laugh.

 

Well we got there at the exact spot. And it was the right spot for sure. But nothing was there.  I could have cried, I was being laughed at till I could almost die or at least have another bracer.  I said but what about the wee chair? That got me accused of buying doll house furniture and rigging the whole thing in an effort to get free drinks.

 

I’d never been so put down and unjustly defamed so bad before in me life; I know that me myself have always been totally honest with out any funny motives for anything.

 

I sat right down and as I heard their laughter continuing as they headed back to the village, I began to cry.  Then to my surprise I heard a sweet wee voice right in front of me; I looked up.  It was the wee Fairy.  She said it hurt her heart to see me so sad and crying.  But that when they knew I’d found their homes, they had to shutter the doors and windows with the bark they had saved for such purpose.  Which is then why there was nothing to see.

 

She went on to explain that Fairy’s for safety’s sake must have their privacy.  I said I can understand that now that you explain it so well.

 

I apologized for having in my exuberance for causing much worry and inconvenience.  She graciously accepted my apology.  I also gave her the wee chair back.

 

She said that while people are always talking about the wee folk, and Fairy’s, no one had ever seen one but me.  I said that’s interesting, but I’m not sure that’s me  misfortune  or me  good luck.  She said I assure you, it’s your good luck, because I’m now your friend.  Having a Fairy for a friend always brings happiness.  She said I will visit you in the morning from time to time when no one else is around and we will chat.  I said. I’d really like that.

 

She also reminded me that it would be prudent to keep it to myself. I said that’s an easy thing to do as I’d learned my lesson about Fairy Tales the hard way.