One bright autumn day, we were sitting on the bank of the stream that chuckled merrily behind Ashley’s house.  Big Rabbit and Squirrel had come visiting with a handful of  colored leaves they had collected on their walk.  Ashley was busy pressing them into a book which she called a scrapbook and I supposed it much have been accurate, for as far as I could see, it was mainly filled with various scraps of things that composed Ashley’s daily life.  There was a small butterfly wing that she had picked up in the driveway that morning and a little piece of white shiny rock that had dazzled her.  There were bits of string that signified who knew what and now she was adding leaves among the string so that the leaves looked like small tethered kites that might blow away at any moment.

Ashley’s dark hair fell across her cheek as she bent over her task and Big Rabbit and Squirrel squabbled amiably over the existence of Fairies.  Squirrel was, as usual, following the more logical ways of thinking, while Big Rabbit and Turtle (yes, Turtle was there too, helping Ashley place her leaves in just the right spot) followed the curious ways of intuition in the hunting of fairies.  Intuition, it turned out, was about to win out over logic, a state of affairs that filled me with pleasure (surely you must have discerned that I, as a believer in fairies, followed the more slippery slopes of intuition!).

Big Rabbit had just said loudly “There are too Fairies in the World!!”  and nudging Turtle, added, “Tell him about the Blue Bottle Fairies.”  Before anyone could utter a word, however, a small voice spoke up.