Lalainya R. Barrett's Short Stories

Original Fairytales by Vikki Anderson

Muffenpuff June 26, 2008

Filed under: cats, pets — lalainya @ 3:33 am

Another original fairytale by Vikki Anderson

In a beautiful and abandoned part of the forest lived a wonderful old woman named Aruna and her most beloved pet, Muffenpuff.  Muffen was the loveliest calico long haired cat anyone had ever seen. She was very wise and loving and was the perfect companion for Aruna in her old age.

They were both getting on in years now and Aruna was getting doing things slower and sometimes forgetting everyday chores, like feeding Muffen. Muffen didn’t mind though. She was a God-send and a very spiritual animal, Aruna thought, if there were such a thing. Muffen never complained about not being fed or being fed late and would laze in the sun under the clear blue sky on her back and soak up all the vitamin D that she could handle.

The large black birds, squirrels and some chipmunks would come out to see Muffen. She would talk with them and never try to harm them. In fact, many times Muffen would call of the woodland animals when Aruna threw out some leftover baked bread that had gone stale from forgetting it was in the house or when she threw out sunflower seeds from her very own plants.

Muffen started asked the creatures of the forest what their names were and if they had lived there long. As long as she could remember, she lived in this house with Aruna. They were very happy. Aruna would read witches spells to her and make her laugh. She always wanted to be a would-be witch, but it was only a child’s dream. She read whatever she could get her hands on and then read it to Muffen knowing that her cat had a sixth sense about what people were saying. She knew Muffen understood every word, and so Muffen wound up being a very educated cat in metaphysics, tarot, astrology and Celtic Wicca.

The long haired Calico was a Gemini and Aruna was a Libran. She knew that was a perfect match; she remembered Aruna saying that same elements, in this case — air — were always a good match. They understood each other and yes, they had. For all the years Muffen remembered being here with her adopted Mother, she was treated like a special enlightened being.

She wondered if it were true that pets were the closest of all the animals to humans and would come back in their next incarnation as a human being! Would that be wonderful! Muffen would not have to talk to the animals any longer. She would converse with people and go to school and learn to dance. Where she learned about school, she didn’t remember, but she recalled hearing Aruna talking about a building in town that had classrooms and various teachers who taught different subjects. The tarot for instance was one of the required subjects. Then astrology, numerology, graphology, biorhythms, aromatherapy, massage therapy, reflexology. My word, there was a lot that she had learned throughout her life. Too bad she couldn’t enlighten someone else…a person perhaps. She had listened to Aruna’s words so carefully and her eyes revealed the understanding she was so capable of. All those books. Stacks and stacks of esoteric and metaphysical books that were scattered throughout the old, but clean house.

Aruna came looking for Muffenpuff. Muffen quickly ran to her because she knew Aruna’s legs were not as strong as they once were and she didn’t want Aruna to over exert herself. She was very thoughtful that way. She knew that Aruna’s spirit and hers would reunite someday when their time here on earth was through. Muffen needed to protect Aruna; she needed to be with her always. There was some connection. How she wasn’t sure, and thought that it was silly for a cat to think this way, but that there might be a reason for their sharing of ideas and experiences.

When it got dark, the would-be witch would rock in her chair and read to Muffen who lay on her lap in the very cozy flannel afghan that Aruna had knitted for her. It was cold in the wood at night and they didn’t have a way to heat the house. Aruna was too weak to chop down any wood any more and so they bundled up together and read by candlelight and eventually went to sleep in her feather bed under piles of afghans, old quilts and blankets. It was so cozy. It was so right. “We must’ve been sisters” Muffen thought. “Maybe she was my Mother. Maybe, I was hers!” No matter what the thought, Muffen always laid by Aruna’s side so that her hand could pet the long, soft fur of Muffen’s back and head. It was as it should be.

The mornings were fun. They woke up whenever they chose and breakfast was always an adventure. Muffen wasn’t easy to please, but she wondered why they didn’t have eggs from chickens. She had wondered down the road many times and had befriended some local chickens who told her why they laid eggs and what the farmers did with them. She was fascinated that the chickens gave up their babies and then let people eat them! But in the end, she understood and just followed Aruna around without a sign of discontent.

“What should we have for breakfast today?” Aruna asked herself.

“Food would be nice,” Muffen thought to herself. “I’m hungry. You forgot to feed me last night, but I understand.” Aruna almost perceived Muffen’s mouth forming a smile.

“I know you’re hungry dear; I didn’t forget last night. We just don’t have anything left. I’m so sorry.”

“We’ll find something, you’ll see,” Muffen was determined.

She led Aruna down the road to the path where the chicken farms were plentiful. “Come this way,” she intimated. “Ladies, may we borrow a few eggs? When we can we will pay you back.”

“That’s okay, Muffen. You have always been our friend and listened to our chatter and we will be happy to give you some of our eggs.”

With that, a few of the bigger chickens rolled several eggs out of their hen houses with their feet and left them in front of Aruna. “May God bless you little ones. Come on, Muffen. You need something to eat. I’ll fix you a wonderful omelet to go with your milk.”

With the five eggs she had taken out of her pocket, she made four of them for Muffen. “You are a dear and must be hungry. You eat. I will make this one for me.”

Muffen refused and pushed the dish in front of Aruna for you see, Muffen also had a place at the kitchen table and Aruna could not bear to let Muffy think she was not as important as she. All enlightened spirits have a divine spark, even at the dinner table!

“We will share then. I love you more than my own life, Muffen. God has given you to me more than 18 years ago and there wasn’t one day in my life that I wanted for anything for you gave me all the love, companionship and inner joy that I could have ever wanted. You are a good friend and I will always treasure that friendship.”

Muffen was pleased with herself. She was 18 and as far as she knew, that was rather old for a cat in this part of the woods. She had no enemies since she talked to everyone and made friends easily and her daily lie-downs in the sun were such a joy to her for she met the creatures of the forest and more birds would be curious and sit on her head or her back to see if it were true — she would not attack them or take their food.

Their cow Shemah was their only source of milk and nourishment when things got rough. In fact, with the winter months coming shortly, Shemah would be spending most of her days in the house with them.

Muffen wasn’t too happy about having Shemah share the house since the house was small and she was so big. But Aruna explained that Shemah would die in the winter snow if she didn’t live with them, so there were no further discussions. Each winter, Shemah became a domesticated house pet!

Muffen’s talks to the squirrels and other woodland animals became griping sessions of all the wood. She listened to this one fighting with this one over acorns or some such nonsense and those families weren’t ever speaking again because this one stole someone’s piece of bread or sunflower seed. The list went on and on. And because Muffen was so spiritual, she tried to mend all the broken families and patch things up between friends and family. She explained that possessions were not what were important in this life; but that we all helped each other see the light. Our incarnations to human were what they had to strive for. They needed to become more human.

The day light hours were getting shorter and shorter as the summer passed into fall and then slowly into the white cover of snow over the land — winter was now here.

There she was – Shemah – mooing at all hours of the day or night. My God, what is a cow doing in a house? It was quite unusual and very hard to stay focused on her value for food – for giving milk and sustenance to them. The meager leftover hay that Aruna had brought into the house was slowly dwindling but there seemed to be enough until spring.

At 96, Aruna was now certain her time had come to go to her next incarnation and sat in her favorite rocking chair rocking with Muffenpuff in her lap wrapped in the colorful ripple stitch afghan she had made for her as a kitten. They were both bundled and cozy.

Muffen looked at Aruna and said, “I love you, Aruna, as if you were my own blood.”

“I heard your thoughts, Muffen!”

Muffen looked astonished. “You heard me?”

“Yes. I want you to know that you have always been a source of great comfort to me. I wouldn’t have traded a minute of your company for that of any other including human company.”

“I don’t know what to say. I have so much to say to you and I don’t know where to start. I want to know about astrology and how the stars represent a map of the sky at the moment of birth. I want to know about tarot and dreams and…” She looked at Aruna and her eyes were closed. “Aruna?” She did not answer. Her hand that was gently petting her long silken fur had fallen off of her back and to her lap. “Aruna, don’t leave me. I need you. You’re the only family I have.”

Muffen laid down her head in Aruna’s lap, in the afghan she had made especially for her so many years ago and went to sleep as well.

As spring approached, all the baby animals were scurrying around their parents and running up and down Aruna’s house. They were looking for Muffenpuff, their friend who had taught them how to get along and how to be generous and kind and love one another. Where was she?

They all wondered. Some went up to the house. Some looked in the window. Some went into the house via the front door where Shemah had pushed it opened.

There was a rocking chair in the corner and it was rocking with a colorful afghan Aruna had once made for her beloved cat Muffen — and no one in the wood had ever seen them again.

Copyrighted 2002 by Vikki Anderson.  Do not reprint without permission.  www.VikkiAnderson.com.

 

Merrillyn’s Magical Pumpkin Patch June 26, 2008

Filed under: All Hallow's Eve, Halloween, Pumpkins, witches — lalainya @ 3:20 am

Another original fairytale by Vikki Anderson.

On top of a very magical mountain in a land that was so old that inhabitants had forgotten its name, lived a 400 year old woman named Merrillyn who tended the biggest pumpkin patch ever known in her village.  Her pumpkins were the most sought after in all the land since she tended them with such love and devotion that they became alive on her command.  She wanted the town’s children to enjoy her pumpkins and to decorate them with horrible or funny faces to scare away the evil spirits that might by misfortune come into their lives.  Her goal was to make a seedless pumpkin, which never worked, but her pumpkins by far were the grandest in all the land.

Each day she would tend the garden with her delicate purple gardener’s gloves.  She would weed the patch and water it and let the sun shine on them for as long as it wanted. The clouds would occasionally shade her patch, but in the end, she would only allow just the right amount of sunlight.   Her theory was that at the 25,000’ elevation, the sun’s energy and vitamins were two of the most important things to her pumpkin patch and its well being.  Of course, she knew that without her fairies’ assistance, these pumpkins would be just like all the others…small, odd shaped and not delicious enough for pumpkin pie or soup after the All Hallow’s Eve Celebration had ended.

“There she is,” murmured the fairies.  “There’s Merrillyn.”  Even though the pumpkin patch fairies knew the old woman tended their patch every day without fail, they were still amazed that the Pumpkin Goddess would have time for them.

“Hello my sweeties.  How is everyone today?  Did you get enough water last night?” she asked in a rhetorical fashion as she pulled weeds and placed them in the very large compost pile she had been accumulating for as long as she could remember, “and how are you my darling fairies?”

“We’re fine, Merrillyn.  I hope we’re helping the pumpkins grow to your satisfaction, as always.”

“Yes, the pumpkins are growing just fine.  You’re doing a lovely job, Little Ones,” she answered.  “The sun is supposed to be very bright today, so I will cover you with this canopy after a short time since I don’t want you to burn and die.  The children are counting on you after all and so am I.”

“Whatever you wish, Goddess.”

The fairies have lived with Merrillyn their whole lives, nearly 400 years as well.  It seemed they both appeared at the same time and have been inseparable ever since.  When Merrillyn first came, she prayed to the nature spirits for their help in growing all the vegetables and fruits the small community needed down below.  She donated all of her crops and never accepted money.  She just wanted to help.  It seemed they had heard her wish and because it was so pure and selfless, she was blessed with baby fairies full of life, love and a desire to help all who needed their help.

So with each passing day, week, year and century – the bond between Merrillyn and her garden fairies became cemented.  It seemed no one could ever threaten the life they had so carefully built throughout time.

As Halloween was nearing, several uninvited fire fairies (or so they said they were) moved into the patch and caused havoc.

“This Merrillyn you talk about, she can’t be a Goddess.”

“She is,” the patch fairies insisted.”

“Have you ever seen her do any magic?  Does she have any unusual powers at all?”

“Look at the size of these pumpkins – she cares for us and let’s the pumpkins take on their own personalities.”

“Please wake up!  There is a world out there where you can live and meet other fairies like yourselves.  This is just a very small village in one part of our dimension.”

“But it is our home.  We love serving the Goddess.  She cares for us.”

“Like pets?  Or slaves?”

The fire fairies were upsetting the garden and earth spirits terribly.  Toren, the oldest and most wise of all the elemental earth fairies and gnomes, said, “We don’t wish to be rude, but you must leave our home and our pumpkin patch.  You do not belong here.”

“Why not?”

“Why?  Because you are breaking the very core of our belief system.  The younger ones will be confused and think you are telling the truth.   They might leave the shelter of our home. You must leave!”

“Is it because we tell you that your Goddess is only a third dimensional creature – a human – with no redeeming virtues.  Humans exploit resources, damage Mother Earth and have no respect for nature.”

“Merrillyn is different.  She respects us and cares for us.”

“How?”

“She cares for us and loves nature, the sky, the ground she plants by herself with the pumpkin seeds.  The vines she so carefully tends each day until they are ripe with personalities of their own.”

“Personalities?  You talk as if they are alive!”

Toren looked at the fire fairies curiously.  “You’ve never been to this land during the All Hallow’s Celebration?”

“No,” they replied.

“Perhaps it would be a good idea for you to watch our Goddess on All Hallow’s Eve.  She protects the people who believe in her.”

“We don’t understand,” a few fire fairies replied.

“You will.”

As All Hallow’s Eve came closer and closer, the fire fairies were curiously awaiting the mystery to unfold.  What was Merrillyn going to do?

The long awaited night finally arrived.  All Hallow’s Eve.  The night air was crisp and still.  It was an eerie time.

Merrillyn came out of her house and into the garden where she addressed her fairies.

“Another year has gone by, my sweeties.  I will make our lovely pumpkin creations come alive again and protect our people.”  Within minutes, she was stirring a large black cauldron saying words which were unfamiliar to the fire fairies, but they listened intently.  They noticed cousin fire fairies helping the fire burn brightly and hot under the large cauldron.  They joined without hesitation.  If their cousins assisted this woman, whoever she was, they would have no choice by to help out of duty to their kind.

“Pumpkins new and pumpkins old,

Listen to my story told,

You are blessed with life now true,

To the village people too

Smile, howl, and scream with fun

Till the dead souls do not come

To our village far and wide

Pumpkins now… be on our side.”

With that incantation, the contents of the cauldron started to overflow and the liquid quickly flowed throughout the pumpkin patch.  Eerie noises were heard far and wide.  The fire fairies watched with fear.  The Goddess was making the pumpkins come alive!  They started to break off of their vines and rolled away from twigs or branches which had kept them in place.  FACES appeared on the pumpkins.  Some had happy smiley faces, some silly, some scary and some, well, they were too upsetting to describe.

They started to roll down the mountain in a very long straight line and once at the bottom of the mountain, they started to find their way to each and every house in the village.  When the pumpkins were in place on each doorstep, Merrillyn said a private prayer and all the pumpkins had a magically lit candle inside of them burning brightly throughout the night!  Her work was done for this year.  No spirits would enter her village to hurt the townspeople.

But one more task was to be completed.  She called to her broom which rushed up to her without hesitation; she sat upon it and raced off across the moon.  For it is said that the witch of each world had to ride across the moon to officially start Samhein or All Hallow’s Eve.  Merrillyn did just that.

The fire fairies apologized to the garden fairies and indeed believed that Merrillyn was a Goddess.  In fact, they realized she was a witch, but didn’t want to incur her wrath by telling her garden fairies, for as negative as some witches can be, Merrillyn was indeed a good witch – Goddess – or human, depending upon your point of view, but certainly no one that they wanted to anger.

Copyrighted 2002 by Vikki Anderson.  Do not reprint without permission.  www.VikkiAnderson.com.

 

A String of Angels June 26, 2008

Filed under: Angels, Christmas, God, short stories — lalainya @ 3:04 am

Another original fairytale by Vikki Anderson.

It was very quiet in the hospital that night. The security guard made his rounds quickly and raced back to the office where he was watching a Christmas special on TV. It was quite odd for the month of December to be so quiet here, but it was almost, excuse the expression, dead!

“I don’t know why we’re here,” Angela asked Mary.

“We’re here because we are angels and we’re supposed to wait to help someone in need,” Mary replied in a matter of fact manner.

“Well, it seems so different this year. So many people were more interested in us last year….I wonder why that is?”

“Ours is not to question. Ours is to be patient and wait to be of help.”

“It’s so quiet here,” Angela complained, “do you think anyone will notice us? I mean, there’s not a lot of activity so how can we be of service?”

“Patience is a virtue….”

“Yes, but …”

“Enough. We will wait until we are needed.”

The hospital lobby had a few visitors each day. The lovely Christmas tree was beautifully decorated by the local kindergarten class as the angels looked on.

“They are so precious. I’m glad they are not in need of help. Children everywhere should be loved, safe and warm. That’s all they need.”

“Yes, Angela, but some children don’t even have parents. Some don’t even receive a gift from Santa on Christmas morning. Those are the children we are here to help.”

They remained silent in the hospital lobby for some time. They moved to the Christmas tree hoping that passers-by would see them and be reminded of the giving of the Christmas season. Also that Christmas was a holy time; one in which they should go out of their way to help the needy and the lonely.

“I don’t understand it. Most of the other angels have all been chosen and are gone. There are ten of us left. Do you think we will be left out this year?”

“My dear, if God wants us to help, he will send someone to heed our message. Fear not.”

Angela and Mary hovered around the Christmas tree and watched the patient visitors go in the hospital rooms and then leave just as quickly. Everyone was in such a hurry these days that no one but the children seemed to be looking their way.

Angela, the younger of the two, was getting impatient. She tried fluttering her wings to a man who looked at his watch and sprinted for the door; she tried dropping an ornament on a woman’s shoe, but Mary caught it in time and put it back in place. Angela looked up towards heaven and Mary waited patiently for someone to notice them. Angela started to drift off to sleep.

She was comforted by the Christmas carols played over the intercom system. Some of the songs about Our Lord were especially consoling to her. Yes, Mary was right, she thought. When the time was right, she would be of service to God and to perhaps a family in desperate need.

Before she realized it, there was a little girl…Emily was her name. Angela heard her mother call her to leave.

“No, mommy. Look! There are angels on the tree.”

“We really have to go, honey. Mommy has to get back to work.”

“The angels, mommy.”

“Oh for goodness sake. They are only paper ornaments. Look, there is a whole string of them around the tree. We can make some at home if you’d like.”

“Why do they have words on them.”

“I don’t know, honey. We have to go.”

“What do the words say?”

The mother looked at Angela and read out loud: “Please give a child in your community a chance to have a wonderful Christmas. We have listed a child’s name, age, sizes of clothing and a toy he or she would like more than anything else in the world. If you are financially able, won’t you please consider giving the gift of Christmas to an orphan. God Bless You.”

“Mommy, what’s an orphan?”

“It’s a child without parents.”

“They are all alone and Santa doesn’t give them a present because they have no one to love them?”

Mother looked at Emily. “I suppose Santa just can’t find their homes because they don’t have a mommy or daddy to write to the North Pole to tell them where they live.”

“You can give my presents from Santa to one of the orphans.”

Mother smiled. “No, what we will do is take the whole string of paper angels from the tree and go shopping for these children. I can give some of them to friends and relatives. I’m sure everyone would want to contribute to such a good cause. Besides, Christmas is for children, isn’t it?”

Emily carried the string of angels carefully in her hands as Angela silently smiled while Mary whispered, “Patience is a virtue…I told you,” and both had fulfilled their mission of compassion and peace this year because of a very small child.

Copyright 2002 by Vikki Anderson. Do not reprint without permission. www.VikkiAnderson.com.

 

Terrible Times for Trevor The Troll June 26, 2008

Filed under: Elementals, fairies, fairytales, short stories, trolls — lalainya @ 2:53 am

Another original Fairytale by Vikki Anderson

In a clearing far off in a neighboring glen lived Trevor, Twanda, and the twins, Treena and Travis Troll. They were a happy family for the trolls helped the animals of the forest if they were hurt, caught in a hunter’s trap or lost. They did everything that could be done to help the wildlife in their part of the wood. They were especially adept at mixing potions from near-by growing herbs and plants — strong medicine for themselves or the inhabitants of the forest.

Trevor, the husband of Twanda, father to Treena and Travis, was a very strict but fair sort of being, for a troll that is. He was getting on in years and had hoped for some time that the children would leave to get married and start a life in another part of the wood. He only wanted peace and solitude now; funny, although he wanted these things, he never left any one alone and was anything but peaceful. In his old age, he was getting very ornery and nasty.

The children married a few months later and lived near each other in the far side of the glen. Mother Troll would miss their company more than she could imagine; however, Twanda would never stand in the way of anyone’s happiness.

As the years flew by, the children were in trees of their own, and already had a few offspring to show for their married years.

They had all but forgotten home now for their lives were busy with raising the wee ones and making life happy and fun for their families. They had to pass down recipes of their potions and teach them the ways of the wood. Although Treena and Travis visited frequently, one could understand that new families had priorities and the old family structure was waning fast. Mom and Dad weren’t that important any more, but Mother Troll made the best of it and enjoyed a rich, full life with her hobbies in astrology, tarot and crystal therapy and knitting a sweater or two for the cold, winter months. After all, trees were not equipped with heat, so she knitted hats, sweaters, blankets, afghans or whatever was needed.

Twanda tried to talk Trevor into going out in the wood more, make him visit his old friends the animals, and talk to old acquaintances; perhaps even make some new friends, but in complete opposition to her requests, Trevor became a recluse. He didn’t want to do anything but count the crystals he had collected throughout the years, eat and sleep. Sleeping was all right Twanda had decided, but he snored louder and louder every day that she had to find a vacant hole in the tree to get any rest at all! But being the tolerant troll she was, she rarely complained.

For after all, he was 899 years old, quite elderly for a troll, and Twanda felt he was going through mid-life crisis late. Nasty, annoying, always criticizing whatever Twanda brought home to try to make their tree a homier place. She was getting used to his complaining so stopped sharing anything with him. Even her own thoughts remained hers. The love she felt for him had been destroyed throughout the last year but she wanted to do something nice for her husband. After all, most of their married life, he was kind and a good man. It’s just now…

Twanda, was a young woman of 705, still vibrant, had lots of interests and really knew that someday Trevor would be upset that he let these golden years fly by without making an attempt to enjoy them. He had children and grandchildren who thought highly of him. Well, at least they used to when he was a more sociable troll. He had a wife, who was loyal and wanted the best for him, although he would never admit that he needed any help from her or anyone.

Twanda knew what she had to do. She would take his mind off of his age and throw him a wonderful surprise party with all of their family, friends, acquaintances and all the animals of the wood. She tried to conceal the party from her ever-crabby husband because she wanted this to be a special time for him. 900 was a triumph in troll years — a time where he could give up all his responsibility to his children and younger adults to take over his job in life.

For years Twanda had been collecting and polishing unusual and brilliant crystals from the wood. She had a special place for them that only she knew, so the expense of the party did not concern her. She had the means to pay for it. Mrs. Trevor Troll wanted everything to go right with this party. The foliage was ordered from the other end of the forest; the fairies were bringing lovely garland to tie to trees as an enchanting decoration and the flower fairies were going to place a variety of petals in the nearby stream as a continual celebration of his turning into retirement age.

She coordinated the food with the local gourmet chefs — all the best food was to be there including all of Trevor’s favorites: raisin almond muffins, lake weed pie, swamp water punch, ground root salad with moss, algae surprise — everything would be perfect. The entertainment was going to be the local pond inhabitants. The frogs and crickets agreed to play their melodious songs for the evening. Things were really going along quite well, Twanda thought. Won’t Trevor be surprised?

But Trevor, in his senility or ridiculousness, had decided to leave Twanda. He needed time to reflect or be alone, but he knew he wanted to start another life with a younger troll. He left the following note.

To My Wife, Twanda:

You have been my wife for more years than I can remember. I don’t want to remember any more of them with you. You spend crystals like they were water and never gave me any happiness in all of our married years. The kids are grown now and I don’t need to support you any longer. You are more than able to care for yourself. I feel all of this is your fault. You should’ve taken care of me better and agreed to listen to my every word. Women are supposed to be dominated by men, however, you didn’t allow that, so good-bye, wife. I will try to get another wife unlike you – one who cannot think for herself; one who doesn’t have ideas or put them into practice but one who is docile and able to take and obey orders.

I had given you every chance to repent your sins, but you continuously needed to feel superior to me by planning parties (yes, I found out and I wasn’t even going to show up to teach you a lesson). Don’t you think I knew it was just an excuse for you to be the center of attention and spend more money to show others how rich you are? What a ridiculous woman you are. How did I ever think we would be happy together?

If you try to find me, I will leave this wood forever and neither the children nor you will ever hear from me again.

Trevor

Twanda read the letter in disbelief, but waited for Trevor to return that evening. This couldn’t be the truth. She had been nothing but a loyal and accommodating wife, she thought, but according to Trevor this was not the case. She waited and waited for him – but the days turned into weeks, which turned into months and finally a whole year had gone by without any word from him. Eventually she realized that she had never loved him, not really. He was always bossing commands, telling her what to do, ordering her about and treating her like a child. Why did she ever agree to marry such an old troll anyway? She had many other offers from younger, richer trolls. She supposed she had taken pity on him. Her temper elevated as she thought more about the many years she had given herself to an ungrateful troll, even after accepting him as her husband when she had found out that he had cheated continuously on his first wife without her or his children ever suspecting. She thought that perhaps his children from his first marriage should know the truth, but she didn’t wish to hurt them. They had always been so nice to her.

Winter was upon them again. Taking care of the tree alone was difficult, but at least the children would stop by with the grandkids and would bake and laugh, and sing and had many days of fun and adventure. No one ever mentioned Dad or Grandpa ever again. It was as if he never existed. Even hearing rumors that he had taken up with a 400-year old female troll didn’t phase them. Funny, they were much happier without him in their lives.

A knock came to the door. She saw a young neighbor who lived a few oak trees down the lane and asked, “Yes, Trentin? Is everything all right?”

“It’s Trevor,” he had said trying to catch his breath. It was obvious he had been running. “My brother and I found him on the other side of the wood. He was frozen to death in the lake, Twanda. I’m so sorry.”

“Thank you. Now, do you want any hot cocoa? We don’t want you to catch your death of cold, do we? Such a nice boy. You haven’t been around here much lately. What have you been up to?” she questioned as she showed him into her warm and cozy tree – all her knitted objects scattered carefully around the living quarters. Some of her crystals gleamed in the windows. She had indeed made a happy life for herself. Trentin was glad. “Just remember, dear, we all get what we deserve in the end.”

And life went on, as it should.

Copyrighted 2002 Vikki Anderson. Do not reprint without permission.


 

Thoughts on Fairies June 26, 2008

Filed under: Elementals, fairies — lalainya @ 2:31 am

After making some mistakes in my treatment of the little ones, I have come up with a list to guide you. Anyone can make the little ones in their life happier and more willing to help.

BELIEVE. You have to believe in their existence. Why should they help you if you doubt that they are even out there? Talk to them – reassure them that you believe.

ASK. Don’t demand. The fairies would much rather be asked for their help than commanded to obey your every whim — just as we would!

ACKNOWLEDGE their subtle gifts. Haven’t you ever walked with a group of friends and heard chimes, felt a cool breeze, or smelled an orchid that the others were not aware of? These are gifts. A simple, silent “thank you” will do.

GIFTS to the fairies. Elves, sylphs, and all the others appreciate the occasional little gift as much as we do. Leave a rose next to a valley for the gnomes or a crystal in the sun for the salamanders. Sprinkle petals onto the water’s surface for the undines or set a Celtic tune adrift on the air for the sylphs. There are so many little gifts you can bestow on them. Remember – they will treat you the way you treat them.

RESPECT their property. There is, of course, the ever-popular fairy mound; a raised, circular plot of land often outlines in mushrooms. I’ve also come across what I call a “gnome valley.” They are simply inverted fairy mounds, but not always perfect circles. Make sure you don’t step on these sports unless you’re sure that you’re on good terms with the inhabitants.

ASK PERMISSION. Don’t pick a bunch of flowers or mow down a wild lawn without asking the permission of the little ones. They most always oblige, but appreciate your thoughtfulness in asking.

EXPLAIN. Tell the dark fairies why you are invading their space (basements, attics, etc.). Say some like, “I just need to do some laundry,” or “I’m just going to look for my good China and will leave after that.” Try not to keep the lights on too long. They will get annoyed; after all, they are DARK fairies and like the dark.

Again, ASK PERMISSION. I can’t stress how important it is to ask permission to cross bridges. I’m sure you’ve all heard the tale of “The Three Billy Goats Gruff.” Though the trolls that live under the bridges (probably!) won’t gobble you up, they do like to know who you are and exactly why it is necessary for you to wake them.

ASSURE. Make sure the little ones know that you want them in your life. They’ll do almost anything for you. They just have to know you care.

Allow them their GAMES. Don’t get too upset when you’re positive you put your glasses down in a particular place and then they mysteriously disappear (as mine often do!). The sprites are just having a good time watching you frantically search around the house. They’ll soon give the missing object back when they get bored.

All in all, just respect the little ones and make them part of your daily life. I speak from experience when I say your life will be much happier and better for it!

 

Breakthrough June 25, 2008

Filed under: Elementals, fairies, fairytales — lalainya @ 5:00 am

Another original fairytale by Vikki Anderson

Spring was here and the children were playing at the lake for the first time in months.  The winter had been harsh and although they skated upon the mirror like foundation of ice, it was more appealing to them in the spring and summer when they could fish, boat and swim.

The children were from a small town where everyone knew each other and all was safe and secure for the little ones.  All knew how to swim; all knew how to boat and fish and safety the adults of the community had always encouraged.

It was for this reason that the children were very upset when they heard cries of help from around the lake.  It was a very small voice.  A youngster’s voice indeed.  “Help, we can’t get out.  Please help us!”  The cries were so frantic and upsetting that the children decided to look around the lake in sections by groups of three.  The cries continued and the children were starting to cry.  “Help us.  Something is holding us down.  We can’t get up.  We can’t see the light.  Please help — anyone — help us!”

One of the oldest children ran home, just on the other side of the lake, to get her parents.  They raced down to the awaiting children and also heard the cries for help.  They looked and looked, but couldn’t find anyone.  They searched under the bridge and thought the local troll may have captured one of their kind, but he was asleep.  They asked the water fairies for help and even though they are in competition with the earth fairies at times, they were very obliging and searched the length and depth of the lake to see if any other earth fairy was in trouble.  The earth fairies were puzzled and yet, the little voice cried out over and over again.  “We’re here, please help us.”

All of a sudden, one of the pebbles near the large oak tree slightly moved.  The pebble shaped crystal was about an inch in diameter; it looked quite heavy to move.  All the children helped the parent earth fairies push the crystal to one side after struggling with it for a few minutes.

Immediately, a beautiful crocus came springing forth with brilliantly colored purple petals and a strong green stem stretching towards the mid-day sun.  One of the tiniest earth fairies anyone had ever seen popped out of the ground brushing himself off of excess dirt and grime.  “I couldn’t help the poor crocus bloom with that boulder in the way.  Thank you all for your help,” and as mysteriously as he had appeared, he had vanished!

The children returned to playing near the water and tried to pick up as many “boulders” as they could to help any other flower fairy trying to help a bloom reach the sunlight in the rebirth of springtime.


 

Elemental Fairies June 25, 2008

Filed under: Elementals, fairies, fairytales, short stories — lalainya @ 4:57 am

by Vikki Anderson

The elemental fairies are broken down into different categories depending upon their responsibility.  The elements are fire, earth, air and water.  Sometimes either is also used as an element, but being ether is from which all elements come, we usually do not use it.

Fire Fairies correlate to Aries, Leo and Sag in the zodiac and their elemental name is “salamander.”  Their subdivision is a very short one.  It consists of the salamander and the flame spirits.  Those two subdivisions of fire take care of all the needs of this elemental.

Earth Fairies correlate to Taurus, Virgo and Capricorn in the zodiac and refer to the ever-popular “gnome.”  The earth subdivision is a little more complex.  It indicates two major subdivisions of the surface fairies and the underground fairies.  The surface fairies consist of tree and wood or garden fairies.  The underground fairies consist of the rock spirits or gnomes.

Air Fairies correlate to Gemini, Libra and Aquarius in the zodiac and have the “sylph” as its representative.  Air fairies are broken into two categories.  One is the sylph and the other subdivision is the nature spirits which include the cloud, storm and dragon spirits.

Water Fairies correlate to Cancer, Scorpio and Pisces in the zodiac and are called “undines.”  This group is subdivided into salt and fresh water.  The fresh water spirits are called undines.  The salt water consists of water babies, sea sprites and storm fairies.

Although the little spirits go by these names, I usually just refer to them by their element since calling them their rightful name may bring totally different concepts of what the fairies would look like.  In fact, fairies can be many shapes, colors and sizes, but frequently take on human form because they know that’s what we expect to see.  If you suppose they would look like an animal, they will.  If you believe they will look very ethereal and spirit like, you wish is their command.  Their intent is to make you comfortable with their form – their intentions are usually honorable and caring.

Fire Fairies can make and controls fire or make fire burn out of control, depending upon the circumstance.

Earth Fairies are usually mischievous and like to hide things, but eventually return them to you if you ask nicely.  I usually call upon my Earth Fairies to help me locate lost items.  They also protect the flora of our planet.

Air Fairies control the different air currents related to wind, storms, tornadoes, hurricanes, etc., but also the nice warm breezes of summer.

Water Fairies control the water flow of rivers and oceans and help heal the water bodies as much as possible in light of world pollution.  They even turn the water into ice and snow in the winter and then can turn the dew to frost.


 

The World of Fairies June 25, 2008

Filed under: fairies, fairytales — lalainya @ 4:50 am

by Vikki Anderson

The World of Fairies is a mysterious world, one in which the fairies keep to their dimension and distance themselves from mortals, yet let us see their strengths and accomplishments in so many ways.

For instance, have you ever noticed that sometimes you can’t find your car keys or have misplaced papers and after you have given up all hope of ever finding them or thinking yourself one of the newest casualties to Alzheimer’s disease, all of a sudden they are right in front of your nose?  Did you ever feel moody or depressed and then walk out into a wooded area or flower garden and feel a little better?  Sometimes it’s not just the way we feel, it could be the way other beings or spirits influence us to feel.  Nature has many cycles, has many forms and encompasses many creations.

The “creation” we will discuss in this story is: F A I R I E S

Fairies are a very general term describing any spiritual being that resides in or helps a particular part of nature.  Some of them even become an object for its entire life.  For instance, it is said that some Oak Tree Fairies would actually merge with the oak tree and live a considerable number of years growing older and wiser and seeing the Earth and its inhabitants evolve.  Apparently, the fairies are not pleased with the evolution of mankind or our environment and have been retreating into objects or stay hidden from humans so that we may never know the pleasure of having them around us to help.

It is said that fairies were very common when civilization was young and eventually as countries were settled.  With the continued settling of the country, the wee-ones felt they were being pushed out of their homes and natural environments.  In defense, many of them turned themselves into wild animals to protect themselves against these stranger or intruders.  It is not that fairies are nasty, although some have been known to be, it is just that they have a limited resource, Earth, and they see us slowly but surely destroying it.  They can guide us and offer to help with our new obsession of recycling and saving Mother Earth, yet it seems too much damage has already been done.  There are Earth Fairies who protect our environment and the planet.  They are trying to make all of us aware of our natural resources and the limited time that is left before we have exhausted all of our renewable resources.  They are trying so hard to help us only if we would listen to our intuitions and let them.

Fairies or Sprites (male fairies) hide in meadows and fields and particularly love flowers and tall grasses.  They love to spy on humans to see what we are up to, and are particularly playful, like human children.  They may even try to get your attention in unusual places and in strange ways.  Sometimes, it might feel like a bug is crawling on you and you try to brush it off but there was nothing there!  Or if you are walking through a field or meadow and you are suddenly aware of wiping cob webs from your face.  Usually cobwebs aren’t found at that level and have nothing to cling onto in an open field; so again, it is “the little ones” trying to make you realize they are awaiting you to invite them into their lives.


 

Itzi Bitzi Mitzi June 24, 2008

Filed under: dogs and cats, fairies, fairytales, morale lesson, short stories — lalainya @ 8:00 am

Another original Fairytale by Vikki Anderson

In a large unusually shaped tree trunk, that looked like a miniature Old English castle in a far corner of a desolate wood, lived a whole civilization of fairy folk. No one recalled the name of the wood for centuries and had stopped trying to remember hundreds of years ago. Few inhabitants bothered with the dimly lit section of the wood where our story begins, and the dwellers of this remarkable tree trunk were delighted that they were left alone in peace to live how they chose. This is the story of two such creatures of the wood that loved each other very much; they were best friends, almost like brother and sister, Itzi Bitzi Mitzi, a tiny white dog and Barcley, an orange cat.

At first glance, you would think this to be a normal wood where butterflies and bees collected nectar from sweet smelling flowers. At closer glance, you would notice that the insects, animals and fauna lived in a dream or an illusion that was so beautiful and perfect that it could be nothing less than a fantasy – for that was what it was – an illusion or disillusion of the truth. For unfortunate or unlucky things sometimes happen in places of beauty and there is nothing to do about it other than accept the truth and get on with one’s life, as you will see.

There’s Mitzi now.

“Barcley” an itzi bitzi voice called out.

“What?” was his simple reply.

“Hurry! I need a ride.”

“To where? Mama will call us for dinner soon. Tonight is tuna night.”

“For once, think of something else other than your stomach. I know cats, especially orange ones, think of nothing but eating and sleeping.”

“And your point is?”

“There is no point, but I still need a ride. Will you take me?”

“Okay, come on.” A small white spec jumped onto Barcley’s lowered tail and then onto his back. The white of the small animal was a dramatic contrast to the feline’s orange fur. But unless you knew that Mitzi was there, she might have been mistaken for a flake of dandruff. Yes, she was that small. “Where are we going this time?”

“The sun’s setting…”

“And?”

“I want to watch the day lilies close.”

He hung his head down in disbelief. “We have to watch day lilies close? Wouldn’t it be better to watch them open in the morning – like after breakfast and a nap?”

“Please Barcley. You know I’m so small and would never get there in time to see them.”

“You know, I think I named you well when I called you Itzi Bitzi Mitzi,” he laughed.

“I kind of like the name. It suits me,” Mitzi laughed. “I’m Itzi and I’m Bitzi and my name is Mitzi….” She laughed again joined by Barcley.

“Ok, Mitz, let’s get going….”

As the brilliant orange sun set in the west wood, the yellow and orange day lilies gently closed for a night’s rest.

“They’re so beautiful, aren’t they, Barcley?”

“What? The lilies? I’d rather see my bowl of tuna in front of me right now.”

“You can eat any time, but the lilies only close once a day.”

“I only eat one meal a day.”

“One?”

“Yep. One for breakfast, one for lunch and one for dinner. Well, and a few snacks in between.”

“You’re going to get into trouble one of these days eating everything you find. Some things may not be good for you! How much do you weigh now?”

“Nearly 1 pound now, I think.”

“Getting a bit chubby, aren’t you?” she laughed.

“Chubby? Without a magnifying glass no one could see you. You are the smallest animal in the wood and what do you weigh? An ounce – maybe, with your collar on! You’re smaller than any baby hummingbird I have ever seen! So how could you judge what is chubby? Anything bigger than a drop of rain must be chubby then!”

“Okay, okay, I didn’t want to have a discussion about weight, I just thought you should concentrate on nature and not your stomach for once. Take in what is around you. There is so much beauty and peace in these woods, I thought you would want to share it with your best friend.”

“Not if she’s a nag.”

Mitzi shook her head and smiled to herself and whispered, “I’m a dog, silly, not a horse.”

“Can we go now?”

“Yes, I want to say goodnight to the ducks on the pond. There were some goslings playing by the shore this afternoon.”

“I don’t know….the goslings’ parents might be upset if we visit them.”

“Well, they just don’t like you because you’re a cat, but they like me just fine.”

“And what am I supposed to do while you’re visiting the ducks?”

“Get dinner?”

“Great idea, let’s go.”

In a flash, Barcley put out his paw and helped Itzi Bitzi Mitzi onto his back. She eventually climbed to the top of his head so she could get a perfect view of the scenery. She loved the flowers, the grass, the water and the sky. Sometimes she would lie upon the grass in the clover and hide in it so no one could find her. She’d look up at the sky and find shapes in the puffy white clouds. Itzi Bitzi Mitzi was very happy in her home and didn’t always mind the teasing from the other dogs in the neighborhood. They seemed to be about an inch tall and Mitzi was a runt by all normal standards…. she was only ¼” tall, three times smaller than any of the rest. She never minded, because it made her different and very special since she was unlike all the others. She especially didn’t mind because Barcley had become her friend and only family she had left in this wood. She loved him very much and knew that the feeling was mutual. Barcley was not happy unless he was complaining about something – and mostly about food at that. His dry food was too dry. His wet food was too wet – it was not sliced or diced or mashed or whatever it was not, he wanted it to be. But that was Barcley, but it was her Barcley, a friend forever who accepted her for what she was and didn’t care about anything else.

He dropped her off at the pond where she hopped off of his head, into his paw and then down to the shore where Mama Duck greeted her. “Mitzi! How nice of you to visit.”

“You’ll be okay, Mitz?”

“Sure.”

And in a few seconds, he was out of sight.

“Why do you hang around that animal?”

“Because he’s my friend.”

“A cat is a cat – they have vicious natures you know.”

“Not my Barcley.”

“You’re too trusting, Mitzi, but come – the children are learning how to swim. Maybe you’ll have an adventurous ride around the pond.”

“I’d love to.”

Talon, Zoe, and Parsey were trying to coordinate their feet as they tried to bob for food. “Children, this is Mitzi.”

“Oh, she’s so cute, Mother. Is she food like those tiny worms we had for breakfast? Boy, they were so tiny, I am still hungry…but if she is food, she won’t feed the three of us and being I am the hungriest, I think I should have her unless there is bigger food around since I know I’ll still be hungry when I finish her….”

“Please, Parsey! Take a breath, so I can speak. No! She is a friend and not food. You will not eat her today or ever, do you understand, children?”

In unison they all properly responded, “Yes, Mother.”

Talon, the only male child, swam closer to Itzi Bitzi Mitzi and said, “Would you like to ride on my soft feathers? I’ll take you around the pond.”

“Oh, I would love that. Is that all right with you, Mama Duck?” Mitzi asked carefully since she really didn’t want to be anyone’s dinner tonight.

“Talon is the most sensible and the most trusted. I think it would be a lovely idea.” She leaned close to Mitzi and whispered, “Besides, he’s the only one who knows how to float and use his feet to move,” she laughed.

So off in the distance and into the calm, clear water went Mitzi and Talon as Mother Duck looked on approvingly.

Talon and Mitzi were floating effortlessly on the calm water. They had seen so many wonderful sites that they had never noticed before. The rhythmic waves on the water was putting Mitzi to sleep so Talon just swam around the pond gobbling up a few insects and algae for food but was careful not to wake up his resting passenger. Talon noticed he was swimming towards the unknown part of the pond; the part his Mother said emptied into a larger lake and ran off into a waterfall. He knew not to go past the twin willow and quickly turned and fought the slight current in going back home. Mitzi woke up just as Talon was greeted by Mother and ushered to a deserted part of the pond under a few leaf-filled branches dangling in the water for total privacy during dinner.

“Thank you, Talon. Maybe I can come back here again for another ride some time. It was so exciting!”

“Any time, Mitz…. have a good night now.”

In a moment, Mama Duck and her children had disappeared under the low branches.

Mitzi ran home to see Barcley and to tell him about the wonderful trip she had taken down the pond with Talon and how peaceful it was. Barcley was already asleep by the warm potbelly stove in the corner of the kitchen. He was curled in his fluffy pillow, so Itzi Bitzi Mitzi quietly climbed up through his fur to a warm spot just under his ear. Barcley opened one eye to make sure that Itzi was snuggled in safely for the night and immediately fell back asleep. Mitzi soon followed.

The mornings came early on the farm and this one was no different. The rooster crowed just before the sunrise and the household was up to greeting another day. Barcley didn’t want to see the sunlight so placed his paw over his eyes as Itzi Bitzi Mitzi was anxious to talk and run and drive poor Barcley crazy. The large orange cat shook his head in disbelief that Itzi could be so awake at this ungodly hour. But their owners were up and Pop was getting ready to milk the cows and Mama was making coffee and starting the fixings for a pancake and bacon breakfast. She then made sure Barcley and Itzi were fed and continued with her scheduled chores.

“What are we going to do today, Barcley? What do you feel like doing?” asked Itzi.

“What I always feel like doing,” he laughed, “SLEEP!”

“Is that all that cats do? I want to have another adventure today. I want to see if Talon can take me further into the pond to see the other side.”

“Remember, you can’t go past the bent willow tree…. do you hear me?”

“The bent willow…yes…why not?”

“Because the waterfalls are past the willow which run into the larger stream which connects to an even bigger river. If you get caught in that, we’ll never see you again.”

“Waterfalls? I didn’t know there were waterfalls past the willow. But then again, I fell asleep on Talon yesterday as the water was so calm and peaceful that I didn’t notice if there were any waterfalls.”

“Now you do, so I expect you to stay away from them!”

“Okay, okay.”

“Promise me you will not go past the bent willow.”

“Do I have to?”

“Mitzi?”

“Okay, I promise.”

“That a girl.”

As Barcley walked away, Mitzi completed her sentence….”I promise “nothing.” She laughed.

Barcley looked back towards his companion, “I guess I’ll give you the ride then…”

“Thank goodness or I’d never reach the wood…remember, I’m Itzi Bitzi Mitzi and you’re just Big Barcley,” she laughed, “because you weigh almost 2 ounces! Fatty!”

“Well, at least I’m healthy!”

Both Itzi and Barcley laughed as the little dog was placed on Barcley’s head for the trip to see Talon.

Talon’s ego was much bigger than his abilities, but nevertheless he was showing off to his siblings. He would dive into the water and hold his breath for a minute or two, which seemed like an eternity to his sisters. They were in awe of their older brother and wanted to emulate him, however, they were afraid of drowning so just watched him instead.

“Hi, Talon. Whatcha doin’?”

“Giving my sisters a diving lesson.”

“Can I watch?”

“Of course, friends are always welcome to watch my fantastic dives.”

Mitzi watched and watched as Talon did the same dive and underwater stunt over and over again and began to yawn. She walked over to Parsey who was playing with the water. She’d hit the water with her foot and then watch the splashes go in various directions. As Mitzi did the same, the splashes seemed non existent and that made the pair laugh more and more. Parsey would splash the water again and run away before the water hit her face or back. Bonding immediately had the two young ladies talking to one another, laughing and of course, Mitzi jumped onto Parsey’s wing and up onto her back for a leisurely swim in the pond – her second most favorite thing to do (eating was her first!).

“Don’t eat that, Parsey! It’s a cigarette.”

“What’s that?”

“Something that would kill you if you had one. I always hear Mama and Pop talking about people who use cigarettes and how they are paying good money to kill themselves.”

“Thanks for saving my life!”

“I will always protect you, Parsey.”

Parsey swam around the pond in a circle. Talon was in the middle of the pond holding his breath, diving and kicking his little feet up in the air as if he were swimming in the water. It was so funny to look at. Needless to say, Talon was not paying attention to Parsey and Mitzi as they started down the pond towards the bent willow that Barcley warned her about.

Mitzi imagined that Parsey knew of the falls, just like her brother and didn’t mention it to her at that moment. The bent willow was such a pretty tree. How could anything so beautiful be a warning of possible disaster? Maybe Barcley was just being as over protective as always and maybe there was not any danger past that bent willow, but she would keep her eyes focused on the water if Parsey went any further.

Parsey was giggling, splashing the water and eating algae and tiny insects that looked appetizing as she leisurely glided on the water. The sun made little diamonds sparkle here and there and Parsey wanted to catch one. She swam over there, back again and then to the next brilliant shape that lit up the water. She was having fun – something a gosling was supposed to do.

“What’s that noise?” apprehensively questioned Itzi Bitzi Mitzi.

“I don’t hear anything.”

Mitzi climbed on top of Parsey’s head and in the distance she saw rough current and white water. “Oh my God, Barcley was right.”

“About what, Mitzi?”

“We have to turn around, Parsey. There is a waterfalls down there.”

“What’s a waterfalls.”

“It means trouble. You have to turn around and swim back to your Mama.”

“Okay,” was her short reply, but her little feet could not fight the currents. “I can’t do it, Mitzi.”

“Try harder. If we go to the waterfalls, we will probably die.”

“Mama! Mama!” Parsey yelled, but her voice could not be heard over the roar of the water crashing onto the rocks and over the falls.

Mitzi closed her eyes and clung onto Parsey’s feathers. Noticing how terrified Parsey was, Mitzi gathered up all of her courage and yelled, “Push your feet, Parsey. Make them peddle faster!” But the harder Parsey tried, the more they were being swept away in the current.

Mitzi thought of all the warnings Barcley had given her. She was very upset that Parsey and she might never see their homes again. “I’m so sorry, Barcley. I’ll miss you,” he muttered to himself almost in prayer as she thought of them falling over the falls, but then she didn’t want to think of anything further.

All of a sudden, Talon appeared from out of nowhere and swam to Parsey and Mitzi within minutes. He pulled on Parsey’s tail and tried to drag her back onto the shore, but he just was not strong enough to help his sister to safety against the full force of the current. He was able to guide her to a large boulder in the middle of the stream where she was able to hop onto to catch her breath. Talon then swam to the shore to try to figure out his next move to safe the seemingly doomed pair.

Mitzi was wet, cold and miserable. Parsey was just plain scared but was not saying a word. Mitzi knew that Parsey was scared. Scared of going over the falls, scared of not being with her family again, but most of all she was scared of Mama Duck because she had disobeyed her. Why didn’t she listen to her Mama?

In the corner of her eye, Mitzi saw an orange blur ahead of them on the shore. It was Barcley! “Barcley!” Mitzi’s tiny voice yelled, and then Parsey joined in.ll Barcley could do was shake his head as he muttered to himself, “When are you going to listen, Mitzi?”

“Please help us.”

“You know I hate water, Mitzi. I should just let you stay there for the rest of your life!”

“I promise I’ll always listen to you from now on, Barcley. I promise; help us.”

By this time Talon was on the shore and both he and Barcley were trying to figure how to rescue their two respective family members.

“The current is too strong, Barcley. I can’t pull them to shore. I was just able to get them to the rock in the middle of the stream.”

“You did good, Talon. They’ll be okay.” Barcley looked up at all the trees near the stream. Several were dead. He could probably push them easily into the water. Talon and he pushed and tugged and pulled at a small dead tree. When it finally fell into the water, it was too short to reach the boulder and it careened over the falls and was probably on its way to the next town by now.

Barcley was determined to find a way to save them. Talon was getting frantic and Barcley had to give him something to do, so he asked him to get his Mother and bring her back here to the far side of the stream. Without thinking, Talon ran along the shore towards home to get his Mother.

Parsey was in tears now and Mitzi soon followed. “Talon, don’t leave us,” Parsey cried.

“He’s getting your Mother, Parsey. Everything will be all right. Stay calm – both of you, stay calm. I will get you to the shore.”

Barcley tried again to push another larger dead tree into the water, but as soon as it hit the current, it too sailed over the falls.

Barcley was not giving up as he tried and tried to get a large tree to reach the boulder in the middle of the stream. Finally, after much effort and total exhaustion, Barcley was able to accomplish his goal of making a bridge from the boulder to the shore for the frightened pair of youngsters.

“Okay, Parsey, see if you can walk on the tree and come here to shore.”

“Go ahead, Parsey,” Mitzi prompted.

“I can’t, I can’t. I’m too scared.”

“You have to Parsey. I can’t swim and if I fall into the water and drown, there will be no one to save you.”

“Please Barcley, can’t you come over on the tree and guide us back to the shore.”

Barcley thought about the consequences of this serious situation. If he didn’t try, his friend and sister would probably drown as the current climbed higher and higher covering the rock they were perched upon.

The large orange cat walked carefully and steadily on the dead tree praying with each step that he wouldn’t be swept away by the current. He didn’t fear for his own life, but worried about the safety of the duck and itzi bitzi dog. One step at a time, Barcley got closer and closer to the fearful duo and finally reached the boulder. Parsey hugged Barcley and Mitzi jumped into the safety of Barcley’s fur.

“Now we have to go back to the shore.”

“I’m afraid, Barcley,” Parsey cried.

“There’s nothing to be afraid of, we’re almost home now.”

Barcley pushed Parsey ahead and followed close behind. Mitzi was clinging onto Barcley’s fur for dear life. She had never been so scared in her whole life and would never do anything like this again. She was sure of it.

Talon and his Mother were in the distance and Parsey heard her name over and over again.

“Mama! Mama! I’m here.”

Parsey froze and could not move as she got to the middle of the log. Barcley had to gentle nudge her until her little feet touched the shore. But Barcley then lost his footing as she jumped off of the log. The log could not support Barcley’s weight now and was instantly caught in the current and went over the falls.

Parsey screamed. Mama Duck and Talon ran to Parsey and hugged her, but at the same time was in hysterics about Barcley and Mitzi going over the falls. They looked from the shore and the overhang of the mountain and could not see them floating in the river. They called and yelled Barcley and Mitzi’s name until it became dark and Mother lead them home walking on the shore. She didn’t want to take any more chances with the forceful current here at the end of the stream.

Parsey cried and cried. Talon was so sad that he could not even talk and Mama Duck was not able to scold Parsey now because they were all sad at the loss of their friends, especially Barcley who had saved her baby. They swam to their part of the pond under the willow branches that covered them. It was a sad day in the woods but Mama Duck would let everyone know how Barcley had saved her child’s life and to warn others about how dangerous that part of the stream could be.

Meanwhile, back at the stream, Barcley clung onto several of the dead trees that went over the falls at his first tries of securing a log to the boulder. They had lodged between the shore and the water, but the current was still very strong. Barcley could speak because the water was nearly drowning him, but his resolve to save Mitzi and himself was strong. He clung onto the logs with his sharp claws and was able to finally crawl to the safety of the grassy shore. He took Mitzi out of his fur and placed him in between his paws for protection as he fell asleep exhausted and worn out. There was not one once of strength left in his being and needed a desperate rest. Together, Mitzi and Barcley slept all night and most of the next day until they recovered from this horrible ordeal.

Mitzi jumped back onto Barcley’s head that day as he walked back to the farm where they lived. He pushed the cat door opened and went to sleep next to the potbelly stove. The two had no interest in the food that was left in their bowls, but went directly to sleep throughout that night until the next morning without even thinking of anything else but rest.

When Mitzi woke up the next morning, she was chipper and chatty and running to her food bowl for breakfast. Barcley was still resting on his fluffy pillow near the potbelly stove.

“Barcley, do you want to do something today?”

“No.”

“You don’t want to go down to the pond, or watch the day lilies open, or see the cows milked?”

“No.”

“Are you mad at me?”

“You didn’t listen to me. You almost got us all killed, Mitzi!”

“I didn’t mean to, but it was just so boring in the pond. I wanted an adventure.”

“Well, we got one, didn’t we?”

“I’m sorry, Barcley. I won’t do anything wrong again.”

“You always say that, Mitzi, but you always still wind up in trouble. One day no one is going to be able to help you. You have to listen to rules; you have to listen to what the ones who love you tell you to do or not to do. Please, Mitzi, be careful and smart, so nothing like this would ever happen again. I don’t ever want to lose you.”

Mitzi clung onto Barcley and hugged him. “I am sorry, Barcley, really. I won’t ever do anything like this ever again, I promise.”

“Good. Let’s go down to visit Mama Duck and tell her we are okay. I’m sure they are all very upset about this incident.”

“Okay.”

So off they went to the pond where Mama Duck and her children were floating on the water eating algae and a few nondescript bugs. As Mama Duck and her children saw Barcley and Mitzi on his head, they swam to the shore to hug them and let them know that they were missed and most of all loved.

The littlest duck, Zoe, walked up to Mitzi and asked her if she wanted a ride on her back. Barcley, Mama Duck, Parsey and Talon were deep in conversation as Zoe and Mitzi swam around the pond at a fast pace and were getting dizzy. This was such fun for the two young ones.

“Zoe, have you ever been past the willow tree?”

“No, Mama said we can’t go down there. Parsey was almost hurt the other day.”

“But I know where it is safe now. Wanna go have some fun? The water is faster than the pond and the countryside is so beautiful. It even has tons of new flowers that I’m sure you’ll want to see.”

“Is it safe?”

“Sure, it is, but most of all, it’s fun.”

“Let me ask, Mama.”

“They’re talking and we shouldn’t interrupt. Let’s go. I’ll race ya.

“Okay, let’s go!”

Copyright © by Vikki Anderson.

 

The Wish June 24, 2008

Filed under: Afterlife, Angels, Heaven, Jesus, Reincarnation, fairytales — lalainya @ 7:46 am

Another original story by Vikki Anderson

I couldn’t believe it. There really are Pearly Gates. Why they are called the Pearly Gates, I am unsure, however, there I was just standing before them with a ticket in my hand waiting on a very long line, just like the delicatessen. I wondered if we would get a sandwich when our number was called.

I looked around the sea of unfamiliar faces and noticed that we were all singing or humming and very pleasant to one another even though it seemed as if eons were passing before reaching the entrance into Heaven.

How I got here was a little bit fuzzy. I remember being in the hospital room, but how did I get there? Why was I there? I had to think.

The dog! Yes, I remember now. I let the dog out on his lead chain at midnight on Christmas Day Night. I had Christmas Dinner at my house for 16 people and I left dishes out because I just didn’t have much energy left after the dinner. It was snowing and between the wind and the snow, I walked down the deck steps carefully and clipped the dog’s collar to the chain. I turned, slipped and smashed my face right onto the cement patio. Talk about seeing stars! I never knew what it meant before, but now I knew. It seemed as if my head was ripped open. I got up and grabbed my bleeding face. I grabbed the dog and let him free of the chain and that was all I could remember. Then I remember the hospital.

It seemed like a dream. Was I really here in Heaven? This must be another one of those lucid dreams I used to have, but I’ll play along. I mean, it should be fun. Maybe I was embarking on yet another astral projection.

I noticed the most glorious angel voices singing and welcoming us to their plane of existence. It sounded as if a harpsichord was playing although the woman next to me said it was a violin. The man behind her said it was a flute. I assumed that we all heard what we thought was beautiful and peaceful and just enjoyed the music in our own way.

I held ticket 99999. How odd. In life I was a 9 and in Heaven I am a 9 five times over. Would this ending number follow me around throughout all of my lives in the universe.

I was greeted by a lovely angel who motioned that I go with her. We walked together for a few moments and wound up in a lovely room which almost instantaneously turned into my home. I felt so comfortable there.

“This is your favorite room, isn’t it?”

“Yes, my fairy room.”

She smiled. “So what have you done with your life?”

“My whole life? Do you have a few hours?”

“We have an eternity.”

“Oh, of course. What have I done? I helped a lot of people. I was a metaphysics teacher, writer and lecturer. I was able to give back to so many who could not afford my services. I gave hope to many who had little, and gave optimistic choices to others who were confused and frightened.”

“You have helped many.”

“Yes, and they really did need me, more than I had hoped, but that was the path I had chosen.”

“Yes, it was your choice.”

“Oh, I’m not complaining. I just wish my life wasn’t so hard.”

“In what way?”

“In every way. Every time I had a good thing happen to me, there was a bad thing to cancel it out.”

“Yes, you had picked a difficult path.”

“I picked? I keep hearing about a contract, which I’m not so sure I believe in, but I wonder is there a contract that I signed before reincarnating?”

“Yes,” and magically a copy appeared and she handed it to me.

I looked it over methodically and carefully. “I contracted to lose my first child? Then be married to a psychotic husband. Wow, I even contracted for my best friend of 30 years to abandon me and move down south? What was I thinking? I contracted for a second husband and boy was he the pits, the controlling bastard” oh, can I say bastard up here?” I laughed. “I actually contracted to raise my daughter all alone?” I looked at her, “Why would I do this? Who makes up these contracts anyway?”

“Why, you did.”

“Why would I do that?”

“For the apparent lessons you would learn from each experience.”

“Experience? Being a single mom, struggling and having no food to eat for two years and having to eat at my parents’ home – why would I make money an issue in this lifetime? Why would I pick the wrong husbands and by the way, I was still fighting for the $50,000.00 husband number one owed my daughter. She could use it for her college – she is a triple major, you know. She could use the money and I hope she gets it.”

“Yes, I know and she will get the money owed her.”

“How is my daughter?”

“She is well. She is the one who found you in the morning. You were nearly frozen to death and she had you rushed to the hospital.”

“Was it her laundry day?” I laughed.

The angel looked at me with smiling eyes.

“Well you know she only visits when she has to do laundry and she only stays a few minutes.”

“It seems that way, but you do know she loves you very much.”

“I wish she would have shown me more.”

“And she wishes the same.”

“Will she have children?”

“Yes, she will have a lovely boy named Liam and a baby girl some years later.”

“Will I be able to see them?”

“Yes, you can visit whenever you like before you incarnate into your next life, even after that you can always be around them if you wish.”

“You know, I wised up down on earth. I worked for a lawyer for over 20 years and I am not going to sign another contract. Obviously, I make poor choices.”

“We can make the necessary choices.”

“I am so tired of choices and what’s with free will? It just gets us into trouble.”

“It is a gift that God bestows upon his creations.”

“I don’t want the gift any longer.”

“It is not yours to throw away.”

“I know that it is a gift and I appreciated it; however, if you look at my life you will see I made so many wrong decisions even though I thought I was doing the right thing. I married twice, when what I really wanted was to be left alone so I could meditate, write and teach.”

“You can do that again.”

“Please don’t ask me make any choices. I can’t make another choice.”

“You will not have to do anything now but rest and look around Heaven and get comfortable. If you go through that door, you will be bathed in the white light and you will learn many things instantly, like the meaning of life, your purpose and things you’ve always wondered about.”

“Maybe I should take notes.”

“Walk through the door, child. Welcome,” and within a moment, the beautiful angel had disappeared.

I wondered if I had been cremated, but I knew my sister would take care of all of the mundane responsibilities associated with a will. God, I hope they found it. My house was such a mess. I hoped they had found all of the paperwork that I meant to put in my safety deposit box, but were throughout the rooms. I supposed they would have to make the best of it. Would my daughter keep the house just like she always wanted? The yard was very big and I’m sure would be a safe haven for her future children. Brinkley! Where was he? Who would take care of him? I hope he was healthy after being left in the snow all night. Look where it got me? So many disconnected thoughts ran through my mind.

I walked through the door as instructed and felt unconditional love and a warmth that was so hard to explain. I was content and happy and the past incarnation didn’t mean as much to me as I thought it would. I accepted it as fact and wanted to move on past that.

The beautiful garden ahead of me was filled with the most fragrant of flowers. Purple Irises filled most of the garden. Funny, it was my favorite flower and here it is in Heaven.

I heard a faint dog’s bark in the distance and noticed a black and white dog running towards me. As it got closer to me, I realized it was my beloved Teddy that I had to put down several years before. He licked my hand and jumped on me and I hugged him so much as my eyes overflowed with tears. “Teddy! You’re here. Come on, boy, let’s see where we are supposed to go.”

We walked for some time, however, I couldn’t be sure how long since there doesn’t seem to be a clock or a watch anywhere. Now I really know what sidereal time means – star time – Heaven time – eternity – all the same time – the present, just now!

I walked through a lovely town of gold and looked at the lovely structures and paths. I noticed that all the residents were happy, seemed healthy and were all wearing white toga’s similar to those of Greece on earth in an earlier period. As I looked at myself, I too was wearing a toga and looked quite smart in it. My chubby figure was a perfect size 7 here in Heaven. I bet I could eat all I want and never gain another ounce. Heaven seemed all I thought it would be.

There was a welcoming party that evening and I had met some of the people from the line earlier in the day. The food was delicious – everything seemed more delicious than normal, the drinks, the food – even the air smelled fresher and what a delight to learn that no one smoked in Heaven. All of Heaven was a smoke free zone – thank God! I think I will.

We were all taken back to our homes to rest and acclimate ourselves to our new surroundings.

The next morning, I was again with the angel whom I had met the day before.

“You will not be here long.”

“No? Where am I going?”

“You must reincarnate soon.”

“I just got here. Can’t I rest a bit. That’s the matter with my life too. No rest, no time, no fun, just work, work, work and stress all of the time. Just worrying about other people and always trying to help them. I hardly ever even got a thank you, but that was okay, I knew I was doing what I was meant to.”

“You did very well on earth.”

“You must say that to people who have had rough lives to make them feel better.”

“I would never lie.”

“I guess not.”

“What do you think you would like to do in your next lifetime?”

“Do?”

“Do you want adventure, fame, do you want a romantic significant partner who will be with you through the positive and negative times. Do you want to love again? Do you want children? Do you want to be successful? “

“I don’t want anything.”

“You must chose.”

“My choice is not to chose.”

“So you do not wish a contract and guidelines to your next life?”

“Nope.”

“You are sure.”

“Yep.”

“Do you wish for me to chose a life for you then?”

“It can’t be any worse than the choices I’ve made for myself.”

“Anything you want me to know before I choose?”

“Yes, please make it a quiet life with no surprises, no betrayals, unconditional love, no money problems and no health issues. The health is the thing that always gets you. I want to relax and reflect on the universe and my place in it. I want to be free of worries and cares and not have to make any decisions. I want to just BE.”

“You will have a month here to readjust to your spirit body before reincarnating. Use the time wisely.”

“I will. Will you find me in a month?”

“You will find me,” and with that the beautiful angel faded into nothingness.

One Month Later:

“It is time.”

“It’s been so peaceful around here. I will hate to leave it. I love the choir practices every day.”

“Practice makes perfect.”

“Yes, I understand that it does.”

“You are still quite sure you want me to chose your next lifetime.”

“Please.”

“Okay, close your eyes and you will be transported to your new life.”

“Oh wait. What about Teddy?”

“He will be loved and cared for as all the animals are here in Heaven.”

“Thank you for your help.”

“May the Source shine within you today and always.”

“You as well.”

Within moments, I felt different. Going from feeling light and feathery to feeling heavy and solid was not a pleasant experience. I couldn’t seem to move much.

The night was very dark and frigid. I hated the cold, but I would wait until morning to see where I was.

It wasn’t much better in the morning, however, the sunrise was glorious. It looked like a Maxwell Parish sunrise with brilliant splashes of color.

“Am I total consciousness?” I said in a rather low and confused voice.

“Not yet.”

“Who said that?”

“I did.”

I looked around and yet saw nothing but a very strange and eerie landscape. “Where are you?”

“Next to you.”

“I don’t see anything but rocks and mountains.”

“Yes, here I am. I am the large boulder right next to you.”

“You’re a rock?”

“It seems we both are.”

“I’m a rock? What kind of nonsense is this?”

“Oh, it’s not that bad.”

“Not that bad? I’m a rock!”

“You say that as if it’s a bad thing.”

“Is it a good thing?”

“It depends upon your point of view.”

“Where are we? This doesn’t look like Earth.”

“Earth, Heavens no. We’re on the red planet – Mars. It’s peaceful here.”

“Mars?” I took a deep sigh. “I’m the consciousness of a rock and I’m on Mars. What else could go wrong?”

“It’s one of my favorite places to meditate and just be.”

“But it’s cold.”

“Yes, it gets very cold here at night especially in the winter months. I sense it’s approximately 125 degrees below zero.”

“And this is where I get sent. I hate the cold. Where’s a contract when you need one?” I laughed.

“Well, there are other things to do to take your mind off of the cold.”

“Like what?”

“Well, the sunrises for example are brilliant.”

“Yes, it is very nice, but what else is there to do?”

“The sunsets are equally beautiful.”

“Sunrise, sunset, got it. What else can a rock do?”

“Do? We don’t do much of anything, but we have plenty of time to contemplate the universe. It is a quiet life with no surprises, no betrayals, unconditional love, no money problems or health issues. You just relax and reflect on the universe and your place in it. You are free of worries and cares and will not have to make any decisions. Here, you can just BE.”

“Oh no.”

“What’s wrong?”

“I asked to be sent here.”

“Did you sign the contract?”

“No, I asked for all of the things you just said and I told my angel to choose a life for me.”

“You must be very evolved to be sent here with me.”

“I’m not so sure about that.”

“I am.”

“I don’t understand. I had a crazy life on Earth, but there were people in my life, I had communication with them and yes, even though things were hard, I did have a life.”

“You have a life here too.”

“I beg your pardon, but what type of life is this?”

“It can be whatever you make it.”

“Well, what do you do here. I know you meditate and contemplate and all that is good and all, but doesn’t it get a trifle bit boring?”

“Boring? No. In the spring algae pops up here and there. That’s new life forming on this planet although the astronauts never land at the right time and believe it’s a lifeless planet.”

“Were there ever people on this planet?”

“Yes, but they’ve all ascended to a higher plane of existence. They live in another dimension of space and time.”

“How do you ascend?”

“It takes patience and practice.”

“I guess I have both now. I can’t believe I’m a rock.”

“You will be fine. You will learn how to accept what is and how to just be. You will look at the beautiful sunrises and sunsets and look forward to them each and every day. You will come to understand yourself in a way you never have before and you will finally let go of everything that has kept you from attracting unconditional love and happiness into your life.”

“It all sounds so wonderful, but I am not as sure as you .”

“Time will help.”

“How long have you been here?”

“A little over a thousand years.”

“Is that how long I’m stuck here on this planet?”

“I’m sure you will be onto your next incarnation soon unless you decide to stay here.”

“I’m not sure I want to stay.”

“Give it a try first and then decide. Everything is not always as it seems.”

“Let’s see, what do I have to decide – .if I like being a rock or not?”

The other rock chuckled. “You do have an interesting sense of humor.”

“Well, I guess I would have to, especially now that I am a rock and am talking with another rock.”

“Actually, we are speaking telepathically. Rocks do not have mouths.”

“Right. What was I thinking? Hey, there was rock painting on Earth. Maybe if I can find a can of paint and a brush, I can paint some mouths for us.”

“No brushes, no paint, no people, no nothing except us and the universe.”

“It is so quiet here.”

“Yes.”

“I have a feeling of contentment and inner peace.”

“Yes.”

“I guess it’s not that bad being a rock.”

“No, not at all.”

“I mean, are we really rocks or is our consciousness stuck in a rock.”

“We see ourselves in the manifestation of the rock, otherwise, it would be hard to adjust to the concept of being total consciousness all at once.”

“So we are ethereal beings without form.”

“Yes, but the rock gives you a place from which to get comfortable with your formlessness.”

“You’ve been very kind and I have been impolite. My name is Victoria, what’s yours?”

“You may know me as Jesus, but others know me as Krishna, Mohammed and Buddha and so many other names on other planets that you would not have heard of as of yet.”

Suddenly everything made sense and I knew I was in the incarnation that would help me achieve some of the things that were missing in my life. “Look, the sun is setting. Isn’t it a beautiful day?”

“Everyday is a day to rejoice as is this first day of your new journey towards enlightenment.”

A total sense of peacefulness and inner calm resonated deep within me. I was no longer upset at the path that my angel chose for me. I didn’t sign the notorious contract that I dreaded, but in a way I had asked her to send me to this place where I could just be.

We both watched the sun slowly set behind the mountains turning the sky a fiery red, so unlike Earth. As it slowly faded into nothingness, a portion of the Earth hung in the night sky like a crystal hanging from a clear glass window giving me a sense of eternity and universal peace.

Jesus and I became silent and meditated and contemplated the universe and our place in it and looked forward to tomorrow’s sunrise.

The Wish© is an original story by Vikki Anderson. Copyright © 2006. www.VikkiAnderson.com