by Vikki Anderson

Suzanne was never going to marry a man without money. She was going to be rich, famous and own a ranch in the southwestern United States, probably Texas. She was now eighteen years of age, single and planned to stay that way for at least ten more years!

She wanted to visit England someday and then move to Texas. Texas was the biggest state on this continent and she always received the best. Her mother told her if she married in Texas, none of her relatives would be able to see her or be able to congratulate her on the marriage. She nonchalantly scoffed, “Mom, by then I’d be so rich, I’d buy you a jet and fly the whole family there free of charge.”

Her mother never took her seriously because she was dating Peter Larsen. Peter was one of the town’s hoods or hippies, you could never tell which. He belonged to a motorcycle club, wore a helmet and a leather jacket, but on the other hand, he had long scruffy hair and wore beads and looked like he rarely bathed! It was a real challenge for the town’s people to decide whether a boy or girl was walking down the street. Oh yes, in the summer he also wore “shades” so no one could see his face and figure out what he was up to.

Suzanne liked him a lot for some strange reason, but would never consider marrying Peter even if he would’ve asked her; because he didn’t possess the wealth she had wanted.

Suzanne was certainly much different than Peter. She always attended twelve o’clock mass on Sundays with her best friend, Linda. Peter didn’t believe in God or church. One day in the early fall, Linda couldn’t go to mass because she didn’t feel well. So, Suzanne walked down the small country-like road alone in the bright sunshine.  She felt wonderful and was very happy that day.

David Ross, a British boy, moved in with his Aunt Jenny a few houses down the block, two weeks ago.  He had lived in town about a year now, but his Aunt needed the help to get around the house, so David volunteered. David had liked Suzanne ever since he had moved into town and Linda noticed this.

As Linda was on her way to Suzanne’s house to pick up a new CD, she saw David and Suzanne talking while walking home from church. David only lives three houses from Suzanne’s home and he had tried desperately to figure out what mass she had gone to on Sundays so that he might have met her personally.

He didn’t know Suzanne was going out with another boy or he would have never asked her out. At first she refused, but she could see that she was hurting this sensitive boy. After all, he was a stranger in this country.

Suzanne had never met a foreigner before, especially one from England. Oh, David was so cute and she was sure Peter would like him and perhaps introduce him to the right people in town, if Peter knew any.

“Oh, hello, Suzanne,” said Linda smiling with a trace of sarcasm in her voice.

“Hi, Linda. David, this is my best friend, Linda.”


“Hi! Suzanne, I came over to borrow your CD. You said I could hear it, remember?

“Sure, come on in and I’ll get it for you. David, can you come in for a minute? I’d like you to meet my mom.”

“That would be brilliant.”

They went up Suzanne’s front walk and then into her huge and obviously professionally decorated estate which looked like a small mansion.

“This is a beauty of a house, Suzanne.” David noticed everything in her home no matter how insignificant it was.

“Thank you, David. Sit down; I’ll be right out with the CD, Linda.  It’s in my room.”

Linda spoke with David trying to let him know that Suzanne was almost going steady with Peter. “David, did you just meet, Suzanne?”

He quietly answered, “Yes.”

“Oh, I haven’t seen you around? Where do you live?”

“I just moved in with my aunt.  She’s getting older in years and needed the help.”

“You could probably come here anytime you wanted to and Peter would never find out.”

“I’m sorry, Peter?”

“Oh, Suzanne didn’t tell you she is going steady?”

“No, she didn’t.”

Suzanne walked in, “Here’s the CD, Linda. I hope you like it.”

“I’m sure I will. Goodbye, Suzanne.” Then she looked at David and nodded her head. “David.”

Linda left the house with a smile on her face. Suzanne knew something was up, but she couldn’t imagine what. “I’m sorry, but mom must’ve gone shopping. Would you like a Coke or something?”

“No, thank you. I’d better be leaving.”

“All right, stop over anytime, David. You’re welcome here.”

“I will, thank you.” But before he left, he asked, “Suzanne,” he hesitated.

“Yes?  What is it?”

“Are you going steady?”

“No, but I do have a boy friend, why?”

“Linda said you were going steady with a boy named Peter, I think.”

“No, he never asked me to go steady with him.”

“Then is our date still on?”

“It was never off,” she smiled. “It was very nice meeting you.”

“It was my pleasure, Suzanne.”

Nine o’clock, while Suzanne was watching TV, the phone rang. It was Peter. Suzanne was so happy. Now she could tell Pete about the exciting day she just had.

“Having strange boys in your house?”

“No, Peter, I had a new neighbor in my house… He comes from England and his name is David. He lives right down the block from me…how did you know about him?”

“Linda told me. She also said you were walking home from church together.”


“So? Look, we have a thing going.”

“We’re not going steady, Peter. I am free to go out with anyone I want to.”

“You’d better not go out with him, or you’ll be sorry.”

“Peter, why are you so upset? You were never jealous like this before?”

“Suzanne, I want you to go steady with me.”

“Want me to go steady with you? You’re supposed to ask me, but I’d refuse anyway. You can’t order me around like this, Peter!”

“I can’t, huh?”

“No, you can’t…”

“Just go out with that kid and you’ll see who can’t.”

Suzanne couldn’t say anymore; so she slammed the phone in his ear. If she wanted to go out with someone, she would. She didn’t need permission from a boyfriend.

The next evening David came over at eight o’clock sharp.  He knocked on the door and Suzanne’s mother had answered it. “Are you David?” she asked being very pleased at what she had seen at the front door.

“Yes, ma’am. Is Suzanne ready? She did tell you of our date, didn’t she?”

“Yes, yes, come in. She’ll be ready in a minute.”

David went into the library which had ceiling to floor bookcases in it.  He waited patiently while Suzanne’s mother discreetly looked him over.  Finally, Suzanne had come down the stairs from her bedroom where she had been putting the finishing touches on her hair. “I’m ready, David.”

“You look super.”

“I what?”

“Look smashing, fab, you know, you’re a knock out.”

“She laughed, “Oh, thank you. Where are we going?”

“To the cinema.”

“The movies?”

“Yes, if that’s ok with you.”

“Of course, it is,” she answered David and then looked at her mom, “We’ll be home around two, Mom, okay?”

“Yes dear, have fun.”

They left and went into David’s car which was parked in the driveway. Suzanne loved foreign cars.

“Did you get permission from your boy friend to come along with me?”

“Permission? No. I didn’t get permission from Peter. We aren’t hanging around with each other anymore.”

“Did you have a fight?”

“Yeah, I even slammed the phone in his ear!”

“Was it because of me?”

“Well, uh, no…”

“You’re just the first American girl that I’ve really liked. I don’t want to cause trouble between you and…”

“David, I’m glad you asked me out on a date.  I like you and Peter is not my concern any more. I’m just a little upset.”

“You like him a lot, don’t you?”

She couldn’t answer. She didn’t want to hurt David’s feelings; yet she still loved Peter, ever so much. But he would never change.  That relationship would never lead anywhere.

“If I’m upsetting your friendship, I will not ask you out again.”

“David, anytime you want a date, just phone. I like you, I said that before, and I meant it.”

The evening slipped by too quickly. They again were at Suzanne’s driveway, only this time they were saying goodnight.

“You know, if all American girls were like you, this country would be the best country in the world.”

“Thanks, David. Maybe I’ll see you in school tomorrow.”

“I’ll look for you. What period lunch do you have?”

“Same as yours,” she smiled. She had noticed the day he transferred to school. “Thank you for a special evening, David.”

“It was my pleasure.”

“Can I say hi to your folks tomorrow?”


“You’re parents.”

“Oh, I don’t have any. They died about a year ago in a plane crash going on vacation to Las Vegas.”

“I’m sorry.”

“You had no way of knowing.”

“Well, I’d better go in. I’ll see you tomorrow, David. Thanks again for a very nice time.”



“Are you sure it’s all right I’m seeing you?”

“Yes…David, you’re one of the nicest boys I’ve ever known and I had fun tonight.’

David smiled.

He grabbed her hand and walked her to the front door and waited until Suzanne unlocked the front door and went inside.

“Well, you’re certainly home early for a change,” her dad’s voice boomed.

“Yeah, dad. David thought you might get worried; so, we only got a dessert and coffee at the diner.  He’s so nice, and when I think of all the time, I wasted with Peter…” The phone rang. “I’ll get it!”

“Babe, I’ve got to talk to you.”

“Peter? I said I didn’t want to hear from you again.”

“Don’t hang up or I’ll come to your house and make you listen to me.”

“Hah, will you?”

“I heard you went out with that English kid tonight.”


“Well, Linda said you went to the movies together.”

“Linda? How does she know all the latest news on the spot? Is she your special spy reporter of something?”

“Don’t you know? She wants to get me jealous so I’ll go back with her, and Suzanne it’s not working.”

“So, go back to Linda. You two make a great pair.”

“Suzanne, you mean everything to me and you know it. Come on; put that kid in his place.”

Again she slammed the phone in his ear.

“Who was that, dear?”

“Peter, mom, he won’t leave me alone.”

“Honey, out of the two young men, I hope you decide on David. Your father likes him already without meeting him because he got you in by eleven.”

“I’m going to bed, mom,” as she passed the living room going up to her room she yelled, “Night, pop.”

“Good night, dear.”

The next day at school, David noticed Suzanne sitting on a wooden bench reading a book on her lunch break in a small park across the road from the college. He coyly sat on the seat right next to her. “Suzanne?”

“Oh, hi, David,” she said smiling, “Gee, pop likes you a lot already because you got me in so early last night.”

He just smiled.

“Hey, what’s the matter?”

“I couldn’t sleep last night.”

“Why not?”

“Because, well, I was thinking of you.”

“And I was thinking of you too.”

“Really, Suzanne. I kept asking myself if you liked me or if Peter would get you back. I know we’ve only been on one date, Suzanne, but I think we make a fabulous couple. I never said this before and it’s hard for me to say, but I would be honored if you would consent to becoming my wife.”

Suzanne almost dropped her book.

“You’re old enough, aren’t you?”

“Yes, but…” She didn’t know what to say. “David, I only have three years of college left. I just couldn’t. I’m eighteen, David. How old are you?”


“I’ll have to think about it.”

“Please, Suzanne, think the question over carefully as I don’t want you to regret your decision. But I have loved you so very much for the last year since I noticed you in Biology class the first day of school.”

During her afternoon classes, Suzanne day dreamed. She couldn’t concentrate on Algebra or Chemistry class at all. She was wondering what the reaction of her parents would be.

She went home, and at the dinner table she brought up the subject of marriage. “Mom, pop, David asked me to marry him today.”

Suzanne’s father almost choked on the piece of steak he was chewing, but Suzanne’s mother remained calm. “Did he say he loved you?”

“Yes, and he asked me to think it over carefully because he doesn’t want me regretting my decision.”

“Marry him!”

“John, keep quiet!” said Suzanne’s mother to her husband. “Honey, do you love him?”

“I think so, but in two days I can’t tell for sure. I don’t know.”

“The choice is yours dear. You’re eighteen years old and you certainly have a mind of your own. Your happiness is all that really matters. You can go with our blessings.”

“Thanks a lot,” she answered sarcastically, “Can’t you forbid me or something?”

“No, then if you ever found out you did love David, you’d hate us one day for telling you to stay away from him. This decision must be your own.”

Suzanne had a difficult time deciding between marriage and continuing college to be become a writer. She couldn’t watch TV or do her homework at all. She imagined what it would be like to be married to David, but she still was unsure.  He couldn’t be serious.  This had to be a joke, didn’t it?

She went to bed early, tried to sleep, but couldn’t. David was all that was on her mind, David. She realized she didn’t even know his last name. And she had never kissed him; so, she really didn’t know much about him at all.  What was she thinking?

Meanwhile, David was lying on his bed, not able to fall asleep either wondering whether Suzanne would say yes. Hoping she would. He did love her so much. What would he do if she said no?

Suzanne had made up her mind. She was not going to marry him. It was a silly idea to marry someone because he said he loved you. But she thought on; Peter never hinted his love for her. She didn’t want to be married to someone like him who was practically penniless and had no manners at all!

Early morning came and she got up for school and tried to be earlier than usual in hopes of not seeing David. She left the house and got into her car, but David was outside on his porch and he had called her. “Suzanne, wait a minute.”

No. She couldn’t face him now. She wasn’t certain yet.

“Would you mind driving me to school?”

“Uh…sure.” He got into her car and started to ask a question, but Suzanne interrupted him before he could start and said, “David, please don’t ask me again. I haven’t decided.”

“That’s all right. Take all the time you need.”

“Thank you. David?”


“I don’t even know your last name.”

“Ross, David Thomas Ross.”

“Suzanne Ross, hmm, that’s not bad. David, if I ask you to do something, would you do it for me?”

“Certainly, if I can.”

“David, this is hard for me to ask, but we’ve never kissed and I have to know…”

“Of course.  How silly of me,” he said, leaned over to kissed her.

Now she was thoroughly confused. She parked the car in the school parking lot and they both got out; David carried Suzanne’s books. Who else but Peter would be at the back entrance of the school, waiting for Suzanne. She was afraid for David’s sake.

“Suzanne, didn’t I tell you not to hang around with this creep?”

“Peter, please.”

“Leave Suzie alone or I’ll kill you,” Peter yelled.

“Will you? That’s a laugh.”

“Peter, stop picking on David. I love him, not you.” David looked at Suzanne and held her hand. Suzanne felt a sudden surge of strength within her that she never had before, “Peter, David and I are engaged and you have nothing to say about it, so leave us alone!”

David was so happy, but didn’t show his surprise to Suzanne’s answer to his marriage proposal in front of Peter.

Engaged?  Yeah, like that’s going to happen…” He walked away angrily.

“Suzanne, you’ve made me so happy accepting my…”

“David, I’m afraid I didn’t mean it. I just had to say that so he’d leave us alone.”

“Oh,” he said as his dreams were almost shattered, “does that mean your answer is no?”

“David, I really haven’t decided. Marriage lasts a life time. I’m not the type that wants to have several marriages when times get rough.  I want to stay with the one I marry for a lifetime, and so that’s why I have to be sure. I’m so confused. If I had a week to think about it, I’d be sure.”

“Would you?”


“Okay then, until next Tuesday.”

David had to stay after school to complete a lab project; so Suzanne went home alone. Peter and a couple of his friends waited for David to come out of the school so they could teach him a lesson.

Peter and his two buddies jumped David as he came out of the Senior Door. The two boys who accompanied Peter held David down while Peter could punch him over and over again anywhere that Peter could reach.  avid couldn’t get free to protect himself.  He was simply out numbered.

After what seemed like an eternity to David, Peter let him go and he fell onto the sidewalk; he hit his head, and then didn’t move. His face was completely covered with blood. Peter and his friends quickly raced off on their motorcycles.

Professor Reed, an English teacher, had come out of the school to leave for the day, when he saw David lying there, motionless, helpless. “Oh my God,” he whispered to himself. He dared not move David, but he called 911 with his cell phone.

The ambulance along with the First Aid Squad rushed to the school within a matter of minutes. David was put on a stretcher and immediately transported to the hospital.

Suzanne and her parents were having dinner when the phone rang. “I’ll get it,” yelled Suzanne as she raced to the phone hoping it was David.

“Hello, David?”

“No, it’s Pete.”

“What do you want?”

“You don’t have to worry about marrying that creep; he’ll never bother you again.”

“Peter…what did you do?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?”

“Peter, if this is a joke…”

“No joke, babe, now you’re mine again.”

“Peter, I would never be yours and if anything has happened to David, I’ll tell the cops it was you and I mean it.”

She went back to dinner and was so nervous.

“What is it, dear?”

“Mom, Peter said he did something to David, oh Mom, if anything happened to David I’ll just die. Didn’t an ambulance pass here a few minutes ago? Oh, God!”

“Take it easy, Suzanne,” insisted her father, “we don’t know if they were going to get David.”

Just then David’s elderly Aunt Jenny knocked on the door. Suzanne answered it not knowing who this strange woman was, “Suzanne?”


“I’m David’s Aunt Jenny and I must ask a favor of you, dear. David’s been badly hurt and he’s in St. Joseph’s Hospital, I cannot drive…”

“Come with me,” she said as she turned to her parents not having to say a word; her mother knew Suzanne would go so she calmly said, “Be careful, dear. If we can be of any help…”

“Thanks, Mom.” She ran out of the house and pulled the car out from the driveway and drove straight to the hospital. David was in the emergency ward, and cleaned of all the blood stains on his body and had been put into a hospital gown. He was tightly bandaged around his chest because three of his ribs were broken. The doctor was alarmed that David might have a contusion or a concussion, but at present it was too soon to tell. He was semi-conscious and kept repeating Suzanne’s name.

When Suzanne and Mrs. Ross arrived, they were allowed to see David for only a few minutes. The bandages and black and blue swollen face made him look as if he were on his last legs.

“Suzanne,” he muttered.

“What, David? I’m here, right next to you…how are you feeling?”


“David, take it easy, you’ll be all right. David, you don’t have to talk, just get well. You have to get well. Please, David? If you get better, I’ll marry you. Did you hear that David, I want to be your wife. Please dear God, don’t let him die,” she cried.

She left the room and went into the waiting room while Mrs. Ross talked with David. She saw a policeman in the room and asked, “Are you here because of David Ross?”

“Yes, miss.”

“Well, you’ll find Peter Larsen and a few of his friends responsible for David attack.”

“Are you sure?”

“He called my house about 15 minutes ago and told me. He lives at 516 Hanson Drive right here in town.”

“Thank you, miss.”

“Just put him in jail!  He’s dangerous and he has to be stopped.

“Oh, I’ll have to write down your name for my report.”

“Suzanne Cooper.”

“Thank you, miss,” he left to pick up Peter for questioning with the car siren blaring and the overheads spinning from white to red and blue.

Suzanne went back to David’s room where his aunt was holding his hand and crying. “David. Get up for me. I love you, David!  You said you love me, so wake up!” They were asked to leave the room, David needed oxygen and the nurse needed to perform more tests.

“We can get married, Mrs. Ross. I can get a job, quit school. We can live in town and David can get a job too. They have lovely apartments in town that are very reasonable.” Suzanne kept reassuring Mrs. Ross.

“Apartments in town? Don’t you know who David is? He’s David Ross.  His father is Richard Charlton Ross of Ross International Shiplines. My nephew is worth millions, Suzanne, and all this time I thought you were after his money and name.”

“Oh, Mrs. Ross, I didn’t know…he never told me.”

“He told me he was going to take you to England to see his home town of Manchester. He said he would give you anything you could ever want. He just wanted to make you happy…and now this.”

Somehow David’s being rich didn’t matter to Suzanne. She had found out that she really loved David and only wanted his swift recovery.  If he would accept her now after what she had put him through.

“Just being married to David would make me happy, Mrs. Ross. I don’t care about his money,” she sobbed.

Later that night after dropping Mrs. Ross off at her door, Suzanne received a phone call from the hospital. The covering doctor called to say that David was improving and he was fully conscious now. They let him speak to her on the phone for a few minutes and she now felt fine; she was crying, but fine.

David said he would be recovering in the hospital for three weeks. Suzanne assured him she’d visit every day. She just hung up the phone, went to bed, thought of what would happen to Peter, and how wonderful it is to love someone, especially someone as wonderful as her David (and it didn’t hurt that he had money just like she always wanted!)

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The Wish

Another Story by Vikki Anderson

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I couldn’t believe it. There really are Pearly Gates; wouldn’t my brother be surprised?  He always said, “When you are dead, you’re dead.”  Why they are called the Pearly Gates, I am unsure; however, there I was; won’t s just standing before them with a ticket in my hand waiting on a very long line, just like at 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 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 9 five times over. Would this ending number follow me around throughout all of my lives in the universe?

I was greeted by a beautiful angel who motioned that I go with her. We walked together for a few moments and wound up in a spacious 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.” 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, that 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 to eat at my parents’ home for two years after my daughter was born – why wouldn’t 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 $67,000.00 husband number one owed my daughter. She could use it for her college loans – she is a triple major; you know and now has five degrees and finishing up her Ph.D. and 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 that morning. You were nearly frozen to death and she called the ambulance.”

“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 30 years and I am not going to sign another contract. Obviously, I make poor choices.”

“We must 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 at the time. 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 to make any choices. I can’t make another choice.”

“You will not have to do anything for 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 in the scope of the universe 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 scattered throughout my office. 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 compassion. I was content and happy and the last 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, the Eternal Now.

I walked through a lovely town of gold and looked at the unique structures and paths. I noticed that all the residents were happy, seemed healthy and were all wearing white togas 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. I was a perfect size 7 here as I was in my younger days. I bet I could eat all I want up here and never gain another ounce. Heaven seemed all that 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, and work and stress all of the time. Just worrying about other people and always trying to help them. I hardly ever 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 know you are a very honest soul.  That’s why you get to move on quickly.  Most souls who have led dishonest, brutal, vengeful or hateful lives have to be reeducated and it takes a while for them to reincarnate.”  She cleared her throat.  “What do you think you would like to do in your next lifetime?”


“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 choose.”

“My choice is not to choose.”

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


“You are sure.”


“Do you wish for me to choose 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 or health issues. 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 to readjust here 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 etheric 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 choose your next lifetime.”


“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.”  I smiled.

“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 rising sun 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 an exceptional person 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 pop 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 millennium.”

“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.”


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


“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?”

“Every day 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 into 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.

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The Search

A canopy of blue hung over his head as he disappeared from view into the endless void beyond. What was the searching for? What had he lost? Gliding and soaring to new found heights, he circled and veered from any set pattern – his movements were erratic, frantic to the onlooker.

His attention was momentarily drawn to a shadow slipping through the crystal-clear lake below. He bombed into ice cold water and with a forceful plunge speared his prey, a foot-long trout!  He seemed pleased with his catch of the day as he soared upward into the atmosphere above clinging onto his trophy as it gasped feverishly in the air.

Almost magically, his talons loosened its grip on the fish and allowed it to drop back into the lake. It seemed as if nothing was as important as getting across the lake that moment. With all the strength, he could summon, he forcefully flew to a field where to hunters were camping. He spread his wings and glided around in a circle noticing a pitched tent, a car and two men in red and black plaid jackets packing the few remaining pieces of equipment before leaving the area.

Something made him fearful of these humans, but he was not sure what. He felt compelled to land near the campsite, but decided to scan the grounds from the sky above. Somehow that seemed safer.

One man held a 12-gauge shotgun in his arms while the other was taking something out of a burlap sack. The eagle’s curiosity made him circle closer. The second hunter smiled and shouted to his companion, “Sure were lucky today. Bet we could get at least $300 for this bird.”

“I really wish you didn’t kill it Jack. It’s illegal to shoot ‘em, you know that as well as I do.”

“Aah, no one‘ll be any wiser. Besides, it’s not every day you get a beauty like this.”

“It’s still wrong. You know how I feel about obeying the law. The penalty for shooting them is…”

With a sense of pride, the hunter emptied the contents of the burlap sack onto the ground to view his prize once more before leaving. The eagle scanning above glided nearer and nearer until he sensed it was the lost mate he had been searching for since early dawn.  She lay lifeless on the ground, her feet bound together tightly. Frantically, he dove downward towards the hunter with a terrifying screech that made chills go through both men’s bodies.

The looked up simultaneously and saw the eagle diving for them. One man reached for his shotgun and pointed it toward the crazed eagle.

Jack stood there paralyzed, but shouted, “What are you waiting for? Shoot the damn thing Bill, shoot it!”

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Times to Remember

Another original story by Vikki Anderson.

Steel Pier

He walked alone down the Atlantic City pier, slowly. Teenagers in shorts and skimpy bikinis passed him by at a feverish pace. He wondered if he were ever in such a hurry. All he wanted to do now was sit by the water and rest. Watching the waves crash against the granite barrier reef brought him so much pleasure nowadays. One of the last pleasures he had left in his life.

The pier had changed much too drastically for him. Sure, there used to be surfers and bathers or the tourists who just browsed the junk shops for souvenirs, but that was what the beach community was for. Now, it was for gambling and mobsters – followed by a wave of petty crimes. He was scared to walk down his own block after dark now; a mugger might mistake him for a casino gambler and try to rob him.

So, he only ventured out onto the pier during the daylight hours now to catch a glimpse of one of God’s most magnificent creations – the sea. It brought him all the pleasure he ever needed. It brought him the feeling of love of his beloved wife Emily who died a few years earlier. He envisioned her still collecting shells on the beach. She would go into such detail when their children dropped in for Sunday dinner as to where she found them, what type of shell it was and if she ever saw one of them before.

They always loved the serenity of the town. The moonlit walks down the pier, shivering together when the sun finally set and his always taking off his jacket to ensure Emily wouldn’t catch a chill. No matter how many times he told her to take along a sweater, she always insisted it would not get cold and she always wound up using his jacket. What would she do without him, he always wondered?

How did he make it these past few years without her, he wanted to know. They had never been separated in forty-nine years of marriage. Why didn’t the Lord take them together? It would’ve been more merciful, he thought. Life wasn’t worth living without his Emily.

The loud music and voices pierced his daydreaming of the good ol’ days and he decided to walk back to his four-room cottage that he and his wife had called home for the last twenty years. He was so glad that Emily was not around to see the change in the area, to be afraid to walk down the streets she had so many times before or to be afraid to talk with strangers.

He passed an orange juice stand and wanted to treat himself to the large size this once. It was so rare nowadays that he could afford anything other than the bare necessities. Since the town had opened its doors to gambling, the prices of everything had skyrocketed! He reached into his pocket and found it empty. He remembered leaving his last dollar and a quarter on the radio for the paperboy. His social security check was due any day now. “I guess I’ll have to wait,” he muttered to himself and continued walking home.

He was rounding his corner thinking of the many bills he still had to pay when his check arrived. Would he have enough left over to see the movie he wanted to for the last two months? He hoped so.

Suddenly, from out of nowhere, a tall, unshaven teenager carrying a sizeable knife jumped in front of the old man and yelled, “Give me all of your money, grandpa, or you’re dead.”

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Invasive Species

Another original story by Vikki Anderson.

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“I don’t understand what is going on,” said one of the female Council leaders.

“What don’t you understand, Ms. Simpaticos?”

“Why have they all congregated in North America?”

“You know why,” a compassionate voice from the back of the chamber answered. “Their homeland was getting too crowded.”

“Well, who moved them here anyway?”

“Moved who where? They settled here of their own volition.”

“Call it by its rightful name, it was an infestation. It reminds me of the rats during the Black Plague.”

“Oh no, not the rats again. Please keep on topic.”

“Topic? The topic is that they are an invasive species and something has to be done with them,” growled Mr. Dammet, the Vice President of the Council, as he searched around the assembly for support of his view while shaking his head up and down to indicate that yes this was the right move.

“Do you want another extinction? They are too fragile; they can’t be stopped again. They were almost destroyed many times before. I vote that we let them roam free and see what happens to them in about ten years. I think it’s only fair.”

“Fair?” Dammet angrily yelled and asked at the same time. “They are using up resources that can never be replaced. They are taking up too much space and they multiply like rabbits. They are ruining the environment for everyone. Something permanent has to be done.”

Another voice added, “But what do we do with them? They seem to be encroaching upon all of our land all over the world not just in North America. Something should be done.”

“Kill them. Guns seem to work nicely, but….” something started to say but trailed off before he could finish his thought.

“Guns?” laughed one of the oldest members of the Council. “What is this, the 21st century? We have an arsenal of laser weapons which would be more efficient and we could eradicate large numbers of this invasive species in a very short period of time.”

“How many would be culled?”

“That is the question of the day, is it not?”

“We have to look at them from another point of view. They were vital in bringing civilization to this part of the world when they infested the ships early in the 1600s, but they just cannot be controlled any longer. It has gotten terribly out of hand. They have crossed continental boundaries and now are coming by water and air as well. We must take a vote on this matter and draw up a new amendment to the constitution about this matter.”

“And how would we decide which groups to kill? The group is so diverse.”

“We can choose it like a lottery. We will deal with one state at a time and see if the problem gets rectified. Once their numbers are down, I would assume they would get the message and leave resources alone or they too will be killed.”

“You think they can really figure that out on their own?”

“I do not think otherwise. We have to start somewhere and this is as good a plan as any. I am against this genocide,” said Mr. Kindheart, the President of the Council. “I will not condone it. We are not going to make another species extinct. I think this world has had enough of its own extinction issues. We should be figuring out a long term goal for the situation.”

“Oh, here we go. The bleeding hearts are talking again.”

“The voice of reason is speaking, Dammet.”

“You should join Greenpeace or whatever that group is called. You really do not have your priorities straight. This is the only world we have and we must protect it from those who are ruining the environment. We need to be reasonable and move quickly with our resolve,” he swayed the other Council members. “I call for a vote. Do we or do we not eradicate the humans on planet Earth?”

The assembly voted ninety-nine to one to accept the amendment to the constitution of the Pleadian Intergalactic Council to eradicate all human life on earth so that it could regenerate its resources for a new race of beings that would eventually introduce to the planet when the time was right.

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Gnome One’s Home

Another Original Fairy tale by Vikki Anderson

Imp, Spring Imp, Figure, Garden Gnome, Dwarf, Are

Things hadn’t seemed right for some time, she thought as she sat on a wooden swing in their beautiful garden.“What is the matter?” she whispered in a controlled, yet totally confused voice.“I just don’t understand.”Tears filled her eyes as she continued to move back and forth through the air with no effort on her part.Her mind wandered.

It was only a few short months ago that everything was so happy. Her husband, Joe, and she had saved money for such a long time to have enough for a down payment on their dream house. They now had it and this dream was slowly turning into a nightmare.

At first, Joe was a good husband. He would let Stacia do whatever she wanted. She also had a good-paying job, so neither of them worried about finances or of renovating their new home.

Stacia decided that the yard needed more color – more flowers! She went to the local nursery and picked out Japanese maple trees, manicured pom evergreens, dogwoods, cherry trees, and anything she could think of to make their happy home a “happier” place if that was at all possible.

Joe and Stacia worked in their yard on weekends and after work until it was too dark to see. They got such pleasure from working with Mother Earth who rewarded them with a lovely thick green carpet of grass, free of weeds or damaging bugs. They planted a variety of perennial bulbs. Joe wanted to throw the bulbs in a bucket and just pick out whichever one came out in random order. Stacia had just read a wonderful article on “Fairies, Feng Shui and Flowers” by Jackie Levin, a well-known Feng Shui expert, and wanted to plant the flowers in the Bagua shape for maximum well being and happiness. Their yard and home were truly a safe haven from all outsiders or intruders. Nothing could ever hurt them here, they always thought.

They were trying to have children. Stacia never had an easy time of it, but with prayer and a belief that all things happen for a reason, they were contented in the fact that if it was meant to happen, it would.

Joe was happy to find a bargain, but he was always a very generous man. He then found a shrub at the local nursery that he truly loved. It was summer so the price of shrubs was cut in half. That made him happier.

In the far corner of the yard was a wild spot, as they called it, for no matter how much care was given to that area, it would return to a mildly wild field or meadow-like state. The wildflowers had not been planted but they displayed such lovely colors and variety that they didn’t have the heart to pull out one of them!

In the middle of it all, there seemed to be a small mound of dirt with a worn tiny path around it. It was so unusual, yet at the same time it was so beautiful, calming and mysterious. Joe wondered if an animal had made that mound it’s home.

He dug a large hole in the center of the mound until it was deep enough to house all the roots of his new shrub. He called Stacia to see his new addition to their yard – it was his added touch to their hard work in planting this masterpiece.

“It just doesn’t seem right there,” she said to herself, although she smiled at Joe and said, “It’s great. I love it!”

“It’s perfect,” he replied and walked towards the house. The conversation was apparently over. She followed him into the house and continued to prepare dinner.

Back in the yard, the lonely shrub was witness to several earth fairies shouting furiously at one another. Gnome One yelled, “How can he plant this tree in a gnome’s home without asking our permission? We didn’t even get the chance to move!”

           “It’s a shrub,” the young one replied.

“Now we’ll have to homestead another part of this meadow!” Gnome One continued in an annoyed manner.

“The small gnome answered, “It’s a yard.”


“The place is called a yard. It is their property.  We are the ones who are wrong.”

Gnome One was so angry that he couldn’t even speak anymore as he paced back and forth in the grass wearing another circular path with his elf-like shoes. “All the gold he has will not suit him any longer. He will become mean and greedy from this day forward.”

“Greedy is it?” said another Gnome who had just decided to join in on the conversation. “Okay then, let’s cast our spells and plant the seeds of greed in his mind.” Gnome Two did just that; he concentrated and said some unfamiliar words with some very strange gestures and at once, the spell had been cast.

That night was a restless one for Stacia. She kept hearing small voices mumbling but thought for sure that it was her imagination since Joe was fast asleep. She eventually got so tired of straining to hear clearly that she dozed off to sleep as well.

The next weeks after the shrub planting were very bizarre at best. Joe complained about everything. The house wasn’t clean enough — even though he had fired the cleaning lady a few weeks prior. The yard was a mess – he didn’t like the flowers anymore. Stacia was in tears for days at a time. He rarely saw her cry because he all at once became a workaholic as well. They didn’t see each other much anymore. It was like living with a roommate with no shared responsibilities or goals.

“We’re spending too much on this house. I think we should sell it and bank the profit. I don’t want to retire to be a pauper.”

“Retire? Joe, you’re going to be 30 years old. This is our first house and we’re not selling it. What has gotten into you? Our yard is so beautiful; the yard we both loved — all these renovations and landscaping — we put our souls into this place. What is going on? What has changed?”

“With me? You’re the spendthrift. Buying plants and things for the house all of the time. You don’t think about the future. Whatever you want you just buy it. Well, I won’t be responsible for your whims. Whatever you buy is your responsibility.”

“Have I ever asked you to pay my bills?”

“I should’ve never let you talk me into buying this dump.”

“Talk you into our dream house? Please, Joe, don’t spoil this for us. I love this house. I thought you did too.”

“It’s just a hole we’re sinking money and our lives into and we can’t afford to live here anymore!”

Fighting was the normal daily activity at the Stevens household. Name-calling started by his calling her extravagant and she would retort with his being cheap. It wasn’t going anywhere.

Stacia, being a very spiritual and enlightened soul, sought many kinds of help from the universe. She prayed for guidance, went to hypnotherapy sessions for relaxation and visited her astrologer and tarot reader for assurances that things would work out all right. Occasionally, her guidance and answers would make her feel a little better about the situation, but Joe would get her depressed with the reality of his pettiness and verbal abuse.

She was sitting on her swing in the garden by the new shrub. She was crying into the flower garden as Joe worked. He worked longer and longer and she was getting very lonely. “Please help me,” she said out loud, “I didn’t do anything wrong. Why am I being punished like this? I love Joe so much. Why is he treating me this way?”

Three very small, fourth dimensional beings heard her pleas of help. Gnome One took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.

“I suppose it’s not fair.”

“What’s not fair?” asked the small gnome.

“It wasn’t her fault about the shrub. She seems to be the one who is suffering the most from the spell.”

Stacia continued, “Please dear God, I need your help. I don’t know what to do. Please help me.”

“It was really his doing. He didn’t even ask us if it were all right to plant this tree in the middle of our house.”


Gnome One and Two just sat on a small pebble and kicked the dirt beneath their feet. Smaller pebbles flew in several directions simultaneously. “I suppose the tree is a nice addition to the wood — and if you say shrub, you won’t get any supper tonight!”

Gnome Two replied, “It is lovely, isn’t it? It will bring more trees, uh, shrub fairies into our corner of the yard. I haven’t seen the pretty lass laugh for weeks now. It isn’t her fault, you know.”

All three gnomes looked at each other and decided to remove the cast from Joe because of Stacia’s loneliness and sadness.

Then a mysterious thing happened while the gnomes were removing their belongings from beneath the shrub. The lower tree branches were moving and all of a sudden a light went off in her brain. “Oh no. We’re disturbed a fairy mound. Dear sweet gnomes, I am so sorry for this outrage. We didn’t realize what we had done. Please forgive us. What was he thinking?

In a moment, Stacia had run back to the house with a shovel in his hands. “I will remove this bush from your home and I will promise to replant as many wildflowers as I can. I was planning to put a small pond where fish and frogs and hopefully all sorts of birds and wildlife will be attracted to this spot. May I move this tree?”

“No, my dear,” she heard in a clear voice. She was surprised at the response. She looked around until her eyes briefly focused on three little fairy lights hiding underneath the shrub’s branches.

“Your husband did not honor us or our home — but you do. We will stay with this tree and make it grow tall and straight,” he quickly glanced at the small gnome as if to threaten him not to correct his terminology for the shrub. “It is a good addition to our home. If you keep your word about the pond, fish, and frogs, all the birds, squirrels, and chipmunks will be a part of this sanctuary. I will even ask a few ducks to make their home here if you would like that.”

“Did you make my husband Joe act in this bizarre way?

“I’m afraid we did,” said Gnome Two. “I made him feel greed since I thought he was greedy in acquiring our home without cause or regret and I also figured he would then spend no more money on greenery to plant.”

“Will he be all right now?”

“Certainly. I apologize for our actions. We didn’t consider you in this, my dear.”

“Thank you and I too apologize for the way we have disrespected you and your home.”

“Happy Birthday, my dear. May your life be one filled with much happiness and success.”

She took a deep breath and noticed Joe pulling into the driveway. Stacia looked at the gnomes for a minute.

“Go to him. All will be well.”

When she got into the house, Joe was filling up vases with water for the dozens of flowers he had bought her for her birthday.


“I bought these for your birthday. I hope you like them.”

“They’re beautiful.”

“I am so sorry, Hon. I don’t know why I was nasty to you or telling you that I hated this house. I love it and I love you so much. The finances — there is nothing wrong with them. We are doing fine. Can you ever forgive me?”

“We all do, dear.”


She smiled and shook her head. “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you. I do have something else to tell you though.”

He looked concerned.

“No, its happy news…we’re having twins!”

He picked her up and swung her around and was so happy. They kissed and hugged and he took her out to the most expensive restaurant in town for her birthday for after all, she did give him a 30th birthday present a few months early.

The gnomes looked at each other and smiled approvingly. They returned to their home; later the small gnomes were hanging out their fourth-dimensional laundry on the third-dimensional tree branch….uh, shrub branch and thought that this will probably work out very nicely.

The other gnomes went back under the “shrub” into their fairy mound and rested until they were needed to care for the flowers and grasses again.

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The Unwedding

Another original fairy tale 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 un-wedding 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 “un-wedding” 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 to.  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 committed to his spousal duties was flawed. To him, a 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 “un-wedding” 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.

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Another original fairytale by Vikki Anderson

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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 blackbirds, 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 overexert 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 humans were what they had to strive for. They needed to become more human.

The daylight 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 nowhere.

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.

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Merrillyn’s Magical Pumpkin Patch

Another original fairy tale by Vikki Anderson.

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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 sunshine 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 the 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 lets 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.”


“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 Hallows’ 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 Hallows’ 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 Hallows’ 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.

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“Pumpkins new and pumpkins old,

Listen to my story told,

You are blessed with life now true,

To the village go quickly do.

Smile, howl, and scream with fun

Till the dead souls do not come

To our village far and wide

Pumpkins now, come alive!”

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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 Samhain or All Hallows’ 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.

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A String of Angels

Another original fairy tale by Vikki Anderson.

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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 TV Christmas special.  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.

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