Previously, on Nerissa's Life:
I went over to the armoire again, and leaned up against the wall behind
it. Closing one eye, I attempted to peer between the chunky piece of
furniture and the wall. Oops! Wrong eye. Hehehe... My bad. But
never one to give up, I closed the other eye and took another peek.
What I saw made me stagger backwards in shock. Turning around, my mouth
hanging open, I said to my brother, "Rushy, you're not gonna believe
what's goin' on back there. MOUSES!"
"Let ME see," and Rushy barged forward, pushing me aside.
I held him back by his tail. "It's probably better that I just tell you. Back there, in the wee little space between the armoire and the wall, is my ball of yarn and all that fur you were tellin' me about from your bein' combed last night, and..."
"Well how did my fur get back there? Who put it back there? Did YOU put my fur back there, Seville?"
"NO. Why would I do that? And why would I put my ball of yarn back there? I was lookin' for that, too, you know. But hang on, there's more."
Rushy waited with bated breath. Scratch that. Rushy waited with bated, fishy-smelling breath. Prior to comin' into the family room, he had obviously been into the tuna. MOUSES!
"There are a couple of garden fairies back there, too, Rushton," I explained. "That's right, two garden fairies sitting there, doin' some kind of needlework or somethin' like that."
Rushton looked confused which, to be honest, is not an unusual look for him. "Let me see," and he pushed me aside again, this time making his way over to the armoire. He reached his right paw into the space behind the piece of furniture and the wall, and when he withdrew it, dangling from one claw was one of the fairies.
"Put me down! PUT ME DOWN!" she squealed with the squeaky voice of a mouse. "You put me down right this minute."
I peered at the fairy as she angrily danced in midair. "What were doing back there?" I asked her.
"Preparing for winter," she said. "What did you think we were doing? And are you --" she was looking at Rushton, now -- "going to let go of my wings? You'll damage them, you big long-haired brute."
"Sorry," Rushton murmured, sounding a little ashamed. He set the fairy down on the floor. "But why did you steal Seville's ball of yarn, and the peep's laundry, and why-oh-WHY did you steal all of my fur?"
"It's not like you were using it," the fairy grumbled. "We only took what your human combed out of your coat."
I held a paw up before Rushton started to protest about his wanting to keep that lump of fur I knew full well the peep planned to throw out.
"But why?" I asked the fairy again. "WHY are you back there with our stuff? And why did you cut all those holes out of the peep's top?"
"We needed bed sheets," was her reply.
Rushton and I looked at one another, dumbfounded.
"Bed sheets?" I asked.
"Yes, bed sheets. And blankets, too. That's why we needed your ball of yarn. My sister and I have blankets to knit. And as for your loose fur," and she looked pointedly at my brother, "it makes for quite good insulation."
I shook my head to clear it. "What? Why? I don't understand."
"Of course you don't," snapped the fairy. "You cats and your humans NEVER understand. You meddle in the affairs of others, never thinking about the damage you're doing."
"Don't interrupt," the fairy scolded me. "We fairies were perfectly happy living in nooks and hollows in old trees in forests and gardens, moving underground when winter approached. But humans couldn't allow that. OH NO, humans had to go around putting out fairy houses and building entire fairy villages all over the forest floor, luring us into them with the promise of pretty surroundings, and..."
"I said, DON'T interrupt," and she scolded me again. "NOW, there are fairies living in gardens all over the place, in houses with absolutely no protection against the cold. Those houses the humans built for us are made out of ceramic, for goodness sake. Do you have any idea how cold ceramic gets in the dead of a Canadian winter?"
I opened my mouth to answer, thought better of it, and closed it again.
"If my sister and I don't get these bed sheets and blankets made in the next couple weeks, we'll freeze our little wings off out there."
The fairy paused, and I waited for her to continue. When she didn't, I spoke up.
"Well... Well what if you were to just move back into your little underground hollows and stuff for the winter?"
"AND GIVE UP OUR LUXURY MULTI-BEDROOM FAIRY HOUSES WITH THEIR WHITE PICKET FENCES, GARDEN POOLS AND SWINGS?" she hollered.
I looked over at my brother, Rushton, who was furiously diggin' at his long fur, yankin' clumps out here and there; pretty much everywhere. "You had better get that ball of forest green yarn out of the peep's knitting bag," he told me. "The one you thought I might like. Go get it and paw it over to her, pronto."
As I passed Rushy on my way over to the knitting bag, he hissed in my ear, "The only way to get rid of fairies is to give them what they want. I'll give her more loose fur, you give her another ball of yarn, and later on, we'll find some more of the peep's cotton laundry."
Of course, my brother was right. If there's one thing I know, it's that the best way of gettin' rid of unwanted fairies is by meeting their demands.
The fairies do have a point, but I don't think you will get rid of them that easily!ReplyDelete
What if I got 'em a little mini electric heater? You think that might do the trick? purrsDelete
Those fairies just never wanna give up, but you already figured that out!ReplyDelete
Yup, I can read those fairies like a book. Like a book of fairy tales. You know, on account of 'em bein' FAIRIES. BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! Oh my mouses, Brian. Sometimes I crack myself up. purrsDelete
Well, hopefully, those fairies won't tell their friends and families that you two gave them what hey wanted. Supply and demand, you know?ReplyDelete
Oh-oh... I never even thought of that.Delete
Those poor little fairies! Be nice to them, Seville. It can never hurt to have a couple of fairies in your debt. You never know when you might need to call in a debt and then, it might be furry useful!ReplyDelete
Hmmm... HMMM... I like that idea. I like it a lot! MOUSES!!!Delete
And fairies can keep a close eye on your nip plants, Seville!ReplyDelete
You mean like garden helpers? Hmmm... You happen to know what they charge? purrsDelete
Oooh! Shame that doesn't work with mice.ReplyDelete
A great story and one I think may account for the holes in Mrs H's knitting – either that or her eyesight is getting worse. MOUSES!
Holes in Mrs. H's knittin'? MOUSES! You think she might be making 'em on purpose? Goin' for that distressed look that's all the craze these day? Craze... CrazY... WHATEVER. MOUSES!Delete
OMC. We are screaming with laughter! We used to have fairies in the cellar but they seemed to have moved. Maybe Florida?ReplyDelete
Maybe. At least in Florida they wouldn't freeze their wings off in their ceramic fairy houses, right? Smart move if you ask me. MOUSES!Delete
That was sweet of you two to help even if it was just to get rid of them :)ReplyDelete
It was kinda sweet of me, wasn't it. PURRSDelete
Whoa! Those are some demanding faeries but you can kind of see their point as we live in a stone home and it can be cold in the winter. I bet they are cool and comfy like we are in the summer. No worries fellas I bet they are industrious and will be gone in no time. At least we hope soReplyDelete
I got rid of 'em! YAY!!! Sent 'em packing along with extra blankies and things. purrsDelete