Lalainya R. Barrett's Short Stories

Original Fairytales by Vikki Anderson

The Unwedding August 20, 2008

Filed under: Elementals, fairies, fairytales, short stories — lalainya @ 5:20 am

Another original fairytale by Vikki Anderson

The fairy court was in attendance. It wasn’t often that the royal family was on the other side of the table in legal proceedings. Princess Liliandra wanted an unwedding ceremony from her once beloved, Prince Jeriodus.

It was literally a fairy tale when they met. He was all glitter and gold, loving and caring and just a pleasure to be with. Princess Liliandra had waited a lifetime for the right prince to sweep her off of her feet and live happily ever after. It was so shocking to her that it didn’t work out even though she was in denial for many months. She pretended all was well. King Lynadius hated to see his only daughter so despondent so he decided what must be done…the only thing…an “unwedding” of the two.

Prince Jeriodus had been disgraced for he could not provide for his bride in a manner set forth in the by-laws of the royal house. A wedded male must be generous and kind to his new wife. He must be able to sustain her in the life she was accustomed. She should have an ample supply of glitter, gold and crystals to sustain her through the rough times and he must always protect her above all else. He must be stable, secure and intelligent and prove that the care of his Princess would be his first priority in life — above all he would gladly risk his life to prevent any danger from befalling his love.

After all, Jeriodus became part of the royal family only through marriage. His manners appeared impeccable, but it seemed commitment to his spousal duties was flawed. To him commitment was a chain around his neck. He wanted to be independent and free of cares or worries. He wanted to be alone again.

It seemed to bother Jeriodus that the Princess had her own wealth and as all royal families do — liked to purchase things and travel to the far side of the wood more in one year than he had in his whole existence. She would even treat herself to rides on the river in luxurious leaves or broken logs. She loved to travel. It was exciting and wonderful, but to Jeriodus it was a horrible waste of money.

Jeriodus had none of his own wealth and lived off of the royal family for some time. (Before that he was living with a good friend of many years who had to support him as well.) He had a few unpolished crystals that were his own, but nothing of importance. He would not put them in the family vault for safekeeping. He was so afraid that his limited wealth would disappear and he would be worthless.

In so doing, he made life miserable for Liliandra. He would retire to another part of the palace or feign tiredness so he would have to perform his spousal duties. Liliandra was so confused and depressed that the fairy elders made her take herbs to dispel her moodiness.

At last, King Lynadius made a proclamation that his son-in-law, the prince, was in contempt of the “wedding” vow and must be executed so an “unwedding” would take place.

Liliandra begged her father to change his command and convinced him instead to exile Jeriodus outside of the fairy realm. Even though Jeffrey the Elf, head of the proceedings yelled out, “Why don’t you just vibrate him into the universe?”

Instead, because he acted so much like the mortals, the King decreed that he would be transformed into one! And so it was done.

Now his pettiness and miserly ways would fit in with the inhabitants of this new dimension in space and time called EARTH.

He lived the remainder of his meager life full of misery, loneliness and sorrow until he died a very old man — unnoticed, unloved and all alone — as he had wished

 

Check Back for More Upcoming Stories July 31, 2008

Filed under: fairytales, short stories — lalainya @ 3:20 pm

I will be retyping more short stories into this blog soon as time permits, so please keep checking back from time to time.

 

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.


 

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.


 

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.

 

A Hard Rock’s Life June 24, 2008

Filed under: crystals, fairytales, short stories — lalainya @ 7:14 am

Another Original Fairytale by Vikki Anderson

It was a lovely summer’s day and the only thing interfering with the beauty of it was the constant bickering of one particular crystal which was outside soaking up the sun.

“Are we out in the sun again?” complained the Clear Quartz. “What is wrong with this woman; she puts us out here every weekend. Enough is enough.”

“You’re new here. You don’t know the drill. The sun energizes us. Remember, we are like batteries and must be recharged!” answered Hematite sternly.

“Oh, recharge this…” Clear Quartz bluntly responded.

“You know, this has to stop. You complain and complain and no one wants to be with you any longer. We’ve tried to be your friend. You are a visitor to our home and we’ve tried to treat you as one of us. As a Clear Quartz, you are supposed to help people by giving them strength, wisdom, positive thinking, protection, humor and ancient wisdom. You aren’t spreading too much wisdom now, you know.”

“Oh all you Hematites are alike…get grounded, get balanced. Is that all you ever think about? Do you like being rubbed and washed in salt water? Do you like being planted in the cold ground and then washed again and again. And what about that white sage? Did you ever smell anything so repulsive?”

“Hematites are for grounding. By this conversation, I wonder which one of us is grounded. Hmmm, that’s a hard one. Duh. We are supposed to balance mental, physical and spiritual energies and I’m stuck in a clear glass bowl in the sunlight with you. I never knew a crystal to be so negative. Maybe you should sit on a tourmaline!”

“Please children, I’m trying to absorb the sunlight and its wonderful energy,” replied the Tourmaline without any noticeable emotional response.

“Oh, Tourmaline, please, you’re just so cool cause no matter what others think or say to you, all negativity goes right back to the person or crystal giving it to you.”

“Precisely.”

“You know, Tourmaline, we Jades are good healers too. We don’t get too upset about what’s going on since we emanate strength, protection and luck, but what I like most about us is our wisdom and our attraction to money and contentment. That’s what it’s all about, isn’t it?”

“I wouldn’t know. I’m just busy soaking up the rays.”

“Where did you hear that, from those hippies you live with?”

“Really, hippies? That went out in the sixties. I think that’s where you belong Clear Quartz.”

“Is it possible there are some fears or limitations in your psyche, Clear?”

“None at all, Fluorite.”

“Then why is it that you are so negative?”

“Because this is a stupid waste of time. I could be helping someone. I could be living in someone’s pocket or in their window, but noooooo, I’m out on a deck in the blazing summer sun doing nothing but getting a hot butt.”

“Well, hang around me long enough and your denial will be drawn out and your soul will be cleansed.”

“Oh, please. Give me a break.”

“Move next to me and rub up against my fairy floss and see what happens,” said the harmonious and loving Rose Quartz.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“Just trying to help.”

“And you wouldn’t mind helping yourself a bit either, huh?”

“We’re supposed to be helpful.”

“What is your real concern, Clear?” asked the Amethyst who just stood in the background through this whole conversation.

“I belonged to a little 3 year old boy named Connor. He was blind and I loved him very much. He used to carry me in his pocket and put me under his pillow at night. He would talk with me all of the time. I was important to him. I just don’t know what he’s doing without me.”

“How did he lose you?”

“They went on a picnic a few weeks ago and he tripped as he was playing with his mother. I went flying of out of his pocket and into the woods. He told his mother I was gone and they looked for me, but they gave up after a little while when it started to rain. I never saw him again and I should be there to help him. I shouldn’t be here living in a bowl with a bunch of misfits!”

Ignoring his emotional outburst, Amethyst said, “So our objective is to get you back to Connor.”

“Is that possible?”

“Where were you found?”

“In the woods back there when Janey was taking a walk. How many of you guys have come from the woods?”

“Not many of us. We’re bought in high class new age shops,” Malachite responded.

“Well, excuuuuuse me,” Clear responded. “I didn’t know to be useful a crystal had to come with a high priced tag.”

“That’s not what Mal meant. It’s just interesting to us that you were found. How fortunate for Janey.”

“And how unfortunate for Connor.”

“If we only had something more to go on…where he lives…what his name is…maybe someone would know him…”

“His last name is Anderson.”

“Anderson?” questioned Tourmaline. “Interesting.”

“Why?” inquisitively asked Clear Quartz.

“Because Janey has a cousin named Connor Anderson. He comes here once in awhile. I’ve seen him. He lives across the lake.”

“Connor lives near-by?”

“If it’s the same little boy.”

“Is his mom a pretty young woman with long blonde hair?”

“Yes, and his father is some kind of scientist.”

“This is too freaky. When was the last time he came over to the house?”

“About a month ago. Mrs. Anderson is Janey’s Aunt and she watches him sometimes. Maybe…”

“I’ll just be very positive about it and hope that this is my little Connor and that he will visit soon.”

The rest of the afternoon was very quiet on the deck. The sun had been shaded by some clouds and trees and Janey brought the crystals inside to resume their place on the various windowsills and tables.

Dusk came, then evening. Clear Quartz was thinking of Connor and all the talks they used to have. Well, Connor did all the talking, he understood that, but in a way, Connor was talking to him and made him a special part of his life. They always went everywhere. Connor liked Clear very much, sort of like a confidant and best friend. Of all the children to lose something special…well, he just loved Connor with all of his being and wanted to live back in his pocket again.

He dreamed of the day when Connor would visit. He would like to roll off the windowsill and hit against his shoe. Maybe then, Connor would remember.

But days turned into weeks and no nephew Connor. He continued to sit quietly in the window looking outside as the various cars went by and as some of Janey’s friends stopped in.

He was losing all hope of ever seeing Connor again. He wanted to fall off of the windowsill and break into a million pieces. He wanted to end his existence because life seemed meaningless without his friend, Connor.

“Hey, Clear,” shouted Malachite from a window in the living room, which overlooked the front yard and driveway. “I think your family is here.”

“What? Connor is here. Are you sure?”

“No, I’m not sure, but it looks like their car. Wait a minute, they are taking a small child out of the rear car seat…yep, it’s Connor!”

In a moment, it seemed that the house full of crystals was cheering for Clear Quartz. He felt terribly upset at how he treated all of them when he first arrived.

“But how am I going to get to him? Will he come into the TV room?”

“Usually, he plays with that basket of stuffed animals and toys in the corner over there.”

“How can I get there?”

All thought a moment, this was a difficult plan to carry out.

“The logical thing to do,” offered Hematite, “is to push you off of the shelf when Connor comes in. He probably hears very well, doesn’t he?”

“Yes, his hearing is extraordinary.”

“Well then…”

“The timing would have to be just right or you will be lost on the floor without him ever finding you!”

“Okay, okay. Calm down all,” Amethyst said in a very soothing voice. “I’m sure Clear has to focus now. Let’s all send him our energy…”

Within minutes, the vibrational level of the house rose so high that everyone felt something was going to happen.

The normal greeting and hugging and kissing went on at the front door. Clear Quartz’s anticipation of seeing Connor made him very nervous. Would Connor remember him? Could he help Connor again if he were to be back in his pocket?

After a light lunch and sitting around in the living room chatting, Connor eventually found his way into the rec room and into the big basket of stuffed animals and toys left just for him.

Clear was so happy to see Connor. It seems as it he had grown an inch or two already. He sat on the floor and started playing with a toy telephone. “Hello…would you please find Mervin for me?”

Murmurs in the room about who Mervin was started to get louder and louder as Connor continued. “Mervin, my pet rock.”

All looked at Clear Quartz. “Mervin?” they asked simultaneously as some snickered.

“Yes, Mervin. That’s the name he gave me. He’s three years old and I love that name and I love him. Help me push my way off of this windowsill Tourmaline. I need your help.”

“Okay, come on.”

Connor put down the phone. “Mervin’s gone. Where are you Mervin? Please come home.”

With that last bit of encouragement, Mervin the Clear Quartz crystal was pushed off of the windowsill and started to roll down the wooden floor. It didn’t look like he would stop in time to land near Connor. Hearing the sound, Connor turned and literally caught the rolling rock. “Aaaahhhhh.” Mervin was relieved.

Connor felt the crystal and rubbed it. “Mervin? You found me.”

“Yes, Connor. I’m sorry I lost you.”

“Don’t go away again, Mervin. I love you.”

“And I love you too, buddy.”

And so, Mervin and Connor were inseparable from that time forward. He held him tightly and put him back in his pocket. “I love you, Mervin. Please don’t ever leave again…” With that, the crystals bid a farewell to Mervin (with a few muffled snickers) and were happy they helped a fellow crystal find his destiny and help a child as well.

“Bye, Mervin. Now we’re the ones who will burn our butts off and be in the smelly white sage!” laughed Turquoise. “We’ll miss you.”

Clear Quartz meditated in Connor’s pocket as his family was leaving to go home. “Thanks for all of your help. You’re not a bad bunch of rocks and it’s not a hard life after all. Blessings to you all.”

Copyright © 2001 by Vikki Anderson. All rights reserved. May be reprinted with author’s contact information @ www.VikkiAnderson.com.