<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4410581293067130245</id><updated>2011-12-03T08:57:41.894-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gammy's Stories</title><subtitle type='html'>Bedtime is not a time to be scared...no scary stories here</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gammys-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410581293067130245/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gammys-stories.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Laura Lou</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yNHtYRpS5U0/TODFMZVWBCI/AAAAAAAAZn0/R6YFMyGIanM/S220/2009-FL.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4410581293067130245.post-380926861329293406</id><published>2008-10-10T15:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T08:57:41.912-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy's Magical Marsh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yNHtYRpS5U0/SPdx0ALNsXI/AAAAAAAACxg/ahZIM_dMcCI/s1600-h/Magic+Marsh1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257796228192514418" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yNHtYRpS5U0/SPdx0ALNsXI/AAAAAAAACxg/ahZIM_dMcCI/s400/Magic+Marsh1.jpg" style="cursor: pointer;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PART 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="smallfont"&gt;"It was a lovely autumn day when Gabriella and her little sister, Abagael set out in their jeep. “Where are we going?” Abby asked. Gabby didn’t answer as she zipped along the sidewalk. Then the sidewalk ended. A few more feet and the girls found themselves deep in the woods of the Humbug Marsh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“That’s OK.” Gabby told her little sister. “Daddy and his class have worked on this marsh so I know we are safe.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="smallfont"&gt;Indeed they were. “Daddy’s Marsh” was a magical place. The little girls noticed wispy fairies and elves on the marsh cattails and grasses. The bird songs were lik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="smallfont"&gt;e magic, too, and soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="smallfont"&gt; neither girl was scared at all."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yNHtYRpS5U0/SPdyDR5Tz5I/AAAAAAAACxo/z3yewLBnqCs/s1600-h/Magic-Marsh-p1a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257796490647293842" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yNHtYRpS5U0/SPdyDR5Tz5I/AAAAAAAACxo/z3yewLBnqCs/s400/Magic-Marsh-p1a.jpg" style="cursor: pointer;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="smallfont"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PART 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As they listened to the magical songs the girls saw that the Jeep had sunk deeper into the mud of the marsh.  Try as she would, Gabriella, going forward and back, could NOT get the Jeep to move.  They were STUCK.  “HELP”, Abby called out.  “Help Help!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of their new-found elf-friends heard them and flew to the Jeep.  As soon as he saw their distress he flew off, soon to return with the most beautiful thing Gabby and Abby had ever seen...a gorgeous white unicorn with a sparkly blue mane and tail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The elf was tugging on Gabby’s hair ribbon so she took it off and gave it to him.  It became LONG...way longer than it was on her hair.  The elf tied one end to the back of the jeep and the Unicorn took the other end and pulled.  A few tugs later the jeep was back on dry ground.  Gabby and Abby both blew kisses of thanks to the elf and the unicorn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yNHtYRpS5U0/SPd0mJHFiAI/AAAAAAAACxw/bKZ1R6lfvYo/s1600-h/MM-p2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257799288607836162" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yNHtYRpS5U0/SPd0mJHFiAI/AAAAAAAACxw/bKZ1R6lfvYo/s400/MM-p2.jpg" style="cursor: pointer;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="smallfont"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PART3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="smallfont"&gt;Abby wasn't saying anything, but she had noticed a small something peering at them during all of this.  It was hiding behind trees and plants watching the goings on.  While Gabby was concentrating on driving over the rough marsh highest parts so as not to get stuck again, Abby watched the little person.  A young troll?  Maybe.  Finally she told Gabby and they stopped and quietly asked the little troll to come out. He slowly came all the way out from behind a tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you lost?" Abby asked, noticing the traces of tears on his face.  The troll nodded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="smallfont"&gt;"How can we help you?" Gabby inquired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little troll pointed to the left.   Abby picked up the little troll carefully and placed him on Gabby's lap and they started in the direction the troll pointed.  Soon they came to a low hill between trees and the troll became quite excited.  "Is this your home?" Abby asked.  The troll nodded happily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="smallfont"&gt;Abby put the troll back down on the Marsh floor and he blew them a magical kiss in thanks.  "That kiss will keep us safe from all other trolls!" Gabby told her sister.  "Thanks" she called back as the troll disappeared into his hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yNHtYRpS5U0/SPd03czI04I/AAAAAAAACx4/VIImWDxFGQo/s1600-h/MM-p3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257799585950651266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yNHtYRpS5U0/SPd03czI04I/AAAAAAAACx4/VIImWDxFGQo/s400/MM-p3.jpg" style="cursor: pointer;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="smallfont"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PART 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shadows were getting longer and deeper.  "I want to go home" Abby stated to her sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabby turned the jeep around and drove for a little while but she soon realized they were lost.  The shadows made things look different than she remembered.  She didn't want to tell her sister, but before long Abby knew, too.  She started to cry.  The soft sound roused the fairies and soon the girls were surrounded by a small group of the shimmering creatures.  The fairies flew to the front of the jeep and beckoned for the girls to follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abby's tears and Gabby's worried frown disappeared.   When they reached the edge of the marsh&lt;br /&gt;the fairies hung back.  Gabby realized the fairies could not leave the magic marsh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls drove out of the marsh and they were back in their town, but where?  Gabby looked up and down the road, but didn't recognize a thing.  Once again, Abby's eyes welled up in tears.  Gabby was worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Gabby remembered the blue and red lights on the front of the jeep.  "Uncle Denny", who was a policeman, had once told them they could always use those lights to call for help.  Gabby took a deep breath and pushed the button.  The lights started flashing and within a few minutes a big police car appeared.  There was Uncle Denny.  "Follow me!" he called out the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With big smiles the girls &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="smallfont"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="smallfont"&gt;followed Uncle Denny; the police car on the road, the little jeep on the sidewalk.  Soon the two little adventurers were home with delightful memories of fairies, elves, unicorns, and trolls in Daddy's Magic Marsh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4410581293067130245-380926861329293406?l=gammys-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gammys-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/380926861329293406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4410581293067130245&amp;postID=380926861329293406' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410581293067130245/posts/default/380926861329293406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410581293067130245/posts/default/380926861329293406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gammys-stories.blogspot.com/2008/10/daddys-magical-marsh.html' title='Daddy&apos;s Magical Marsh'/><author><name>Laura Lou</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yNHtYRpS5U0/TODFMZVWBCI/AAAAAAAAZn0/R6YFMyGIanM/S220/2009-FL.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yNHtYRpS5U0/SPdx0ALNsXI/AAAAAAAACxg/ahZIM_dMcCI/s72-c/Magic+Marsh1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4410581293067130245.post-2718578677125920826</id><published>2008-06-01T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T12:24:31.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Little Lost Fairy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I started this story as a bedtime story for my younger granddaughter.  This is the first "book" in 10 chapters.  There will be other adventures of the fairy in "human land" and I will be adding more photo-illustrations to this one so check back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yNHtYRpS5U0/SEL1oUCipYI/AAAAAAAAB3U/p6qjXYP1B-k/s1600-h/AAA-fairy-sketch-a.jpg"&gt;                                                          &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 238px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yNHtYRpS5U0/SEL1oUCipYI/AAAAAAAAB3U/p6qjXYP1B-k/s320/AAA-fairy-sketch-a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206994192116655490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Chapter 1&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;“What???”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The Grandmother gasped as she peered into the middle of a bright zinnia.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It was early morning and The Grandmother was enjoying a stroll around her garden.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Certainly this is not a bug…too big! …And it is too small for a bird.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The Grandmother put on her glasses and gasped again.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It looked like a little girl!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A tiny little girl with wings!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A FAIRY!!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Just then the fairy woke up and, seeing the sun and The Grandmother, she started to cry. The Grandmother gently lifted the bawling fairy and rocked her gently in her hand, thinking of her own granddaughter.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Shhhh”, she crooned, “You are alright.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I will take care of you.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She stroked the fairy’s little back with one finger and carried her to the porch.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“Can you talk?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The little fairy nodded, and hic-upped.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“What is your name?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“A-A-Abagael”, the little person stuttered.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Well, I am Grandma”, The Grandmother said.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“You are safe here.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Hmmm…Last night was a full moon.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Were you dancing in the garden?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Abagael nodded.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“…and you fell asleep?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The fairy nodded again, and sniffled.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The Grandmother tore off a bit of tissue from a piece in her pocket and Abagael blew her little nose.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The grandmother said they would go into the house.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She didn’t want to startle the little fairy and cause her to cry again.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Now, if I remember my fairy stories correctly, you can’t go back to Fairyland until the NEXT full moon, right?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Abagael nodded again and sniffled some more.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Chapter 2&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Meanwhile, in Fairyland, that world between the real world and fantasy, the fairies were looking everywhere for little Abagael.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This had been her FIRST Full Moon Dance and now they couldn’t find her.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Several thought they remembered seeing her sitting in a Zinnia.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Others were sure she came back with them when the sun came up.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Whatever happened to her, they knew there was no way to go back to find her until the next full moon, in a month.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They would think of little else all month until they could look for their youngest companion.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Chapter 3&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“It must be time for you to eat.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The Grandmother carried Abagael into her cozy kitchen and mixed a bit of cereal in a nice clean bottle cap, poured a little milk into the top of a whipped cream “bomb”, and lightly toasted and buttered about ¼ piece of bread.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Abagael looked at the plate hungrily, but folded her hands and looked down.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="border-style: none none solid; border-color: -moz-use-text-color -moz-use-text-color windowtext; border-width: medium medium 3pt; padding: 0in 0in 31pt;"&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0in;"&gt;“Oh dear!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You don’t eat food like this?”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Abagael lowered her head and just looked more miserable.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The Grandmother thought back to stories she had heard as a child.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“Pollen?” she asked.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Abagael looked up and smiled a little.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“Nectar?” The smile was wider. “Honey?”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Abagael was just beaming.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0in;"&gt;The grandmother went out to the garden with Abagael fluttering along by her head.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As they passed a columbine, Abagael pointed and smiled. “Mmmm.” &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The grandmother picked all of the blooming columbine on her plant and took it inside.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It only took a few minutes to harvest the sweetness, and Abagael ate it even more quickly.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0in;"&gt;Then they went out again and found several different plants with blooms that had pollen Abagael liked.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The Grandmother harvested those and saved the pollen to make little honey cakes for the next meal.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0in; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Chapter 4&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0in;"&gt;While Abagael sat on a soft pillow she watched The Grandmother making a little bed from a box that had held some matches.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The Grandmother painted it, and glued 4 beads in the corners to make little legs.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She took some scraps of fabric and some soft stuff from one of her own pillows and made a tiny mattress and pillow.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Another scrap of fluffy fabric made the blanket.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0in;"&gt;The Grandmother slid her hand under the fairy, placed her in the bed and slid it partly closed.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The little fairy smiled and went to sleep, so comfy!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Much more comfortable than the flower she usually slept on at home.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0in;"&gt;The Grandmother was so glad she didn’t have any pets.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Years ago the last cat had left and The Grandmother just had never adopted another.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She looked about her room and spied an open spot on a low bookshelf. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0in;"&gt;“There,” she whispered, “You can make your home right there…safe and snug.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0in; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Chapter 5&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0in;"&gt;When Abagael awoke she saw that The Grandmother had been busy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Nearby was a little table and stool The Grandmother had fashioned from bits of wood and glue.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When The Grandmother saw her, she laughed.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“I guess all those craft supplies will have a good use after all.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0in;"&gt;Over the next day or so The Grandmother was happy as she could be, making tiny furniture and clothing for the little fairy from her craft items.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Soon the special area of the bookshelf was lovely and comfy but something was missing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Abagael was like any human child.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She needed more.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She needed some toys!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0in;"&gt;Soon she had a tiny ball The Grandmother crafted from one of her soft beads.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;While she played with that The Grandmother worked on a tiny stuffed animal…only an inch high and soft enough to be cuddled.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Abagael hugged the new toy and adopted it as her sleep companion immediately.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0in;"&gt;But the little fairy still looked lonely.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;All day she either sat and cuddled her teddy, or played with her ball, rolling it against the wall of her shelf and catching it again, or just watching The Grandmother at her housework, and crafts.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0in;"&gt;The Grandmother was careful to spend as much time outside as possible with the fairy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Abagael loved flitting from one flower to the next, and even found several ladybugs that seemed friendly.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But they soon disappeared about their business.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0in;"&gt;One time there was a small toad watching the fairy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“Oh my,” thought The Grandmother, “If that toad were any bigger it might eat Abagael.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She scooped up the little fairy and they went back to the porch where The Grandmother liked to read in her swing.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0in; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Chapter 6&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0in;"&gt;There were still over 24 days left to the Lunar Month.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The Grandmother took a small piece of paper and duplicated, in miniature, the calendar on the refrigerator.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She marked the important phases of the moon and numbered the days.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At first Abagael didn’t seem to understand, but as each morning, a new square was crossed out, and The Grandmother explained how much closer they were to the next Full Moon Fairy Dance, Abagael seemed to brighten a bit.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The Grandmother was getting quite concerned.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Abagael seemed content, but hardly happy.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0in; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Chapter 7&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0in;"&gt;Abagael seemed happier outside, especially after The Grandmother crocheted her a little swing, a miniature of the big one.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Still, something was missing…laughter!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The Laughter of Fairies was supposed to be just magical.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0in;"&gt;“She needs friends”, The Grandmother thought.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“Where can I find other fairies?”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Here was something The Grandmother could NOT make out of craft supplies. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0in;"&gt;“What about HUMAN friends?”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The Grandmother thought.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0in;"&gt;“Abagael, would you like to meet my granddaughter?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She is 5 and you seem younger than that, but she could play gently with you.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0in;"&gt;Abagael smiled and clapped her hands.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“Oh yes!”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;“Oh my, this is going to be tricky” The Grandmother thought.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She picked up the telephone and called her granddaughter.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“Would you like to come over for the day?” she asked.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0in;"&gt;Of course Gabriella said yes and asked her mother immediately.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Soon the sound of the front door reached The Grandmother and she hid the fairy with a finger to her lips to be quiet.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0in;"&gt;“What are we going to do today, Gammy?” asked Gabriella.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“Make a card?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Use your rubber stamps?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Cut out paper dolls?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Garden?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0in;"&gt;“Something way more exciting but I have to know you will keep a secret and not tell Anyone, not even your Mom and Dad.” The Grandmother put her finger to her lips.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;“Is it like Christmas?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I kept secrets really well for Christmas, didn’t I?” Gabriella asked.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0in;"&gt;“This is bigger and you may have to keep the secret a long time.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0in;"&gt;“Gammy, if you say to keep the secret I will, I promise.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Gabriella put her hand over her heart and a finger on her lips to show how serious she was. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0in;"&gt;The Grandmother took Gabriella to the bookshelf and slowly moved aside the book she had put in front of Abagael’s little room.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At first Gabriella didn’t see the fairy that was hiding behind the bed.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She started to pick up the furniture but The Grandmother stopped her.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0in;"&gt;“Gabriella” she started.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“Have you ever seen a fairy?”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0in;"&gt;“Sure, Gammy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There’s Tinkerbell, and some in other books Mommy reads to me.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0in;"&gt;“No” The Grandmother explained, “A REAL fairy.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0in;"&gt;She put her hand into Abagael’s space and the fairy stepped out and onto her hand.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0in;"&gt;Gabriella gasped.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“Is that REAL?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0in;"&gt;“Gentle” The Grandmother warned.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“Yes, she is real and you don’t want to hurt her or scare her.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then The Grandmother told Gabriella the story of how Abagael came to be found in her garden.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She also explained that Abagael needed a playmate and maybe she and Gabriella could play with some toys.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0in; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Chapter 8&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0in;"&gt;Gabriella was enchanted with the tiny fairy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They went to Gabriella’s room at Gammy’s house and started to explore ways for the two girls to play together.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They invented games with blocks, the human child placing them, and the fairy crawling over, or flying from one to the other.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0in;"&gt;There was a castle for little plastic people and horses that Gabriella hardly ever played with.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But now it was a magical home for the little fairy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There was a plastic construction set that created another playground.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The laughter and giggles of the child and the fairy was like music.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Even at the fairy’s nap time, the two were inseparable.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Abagael’s little bed was put on the pillow of the couch and both girls dozed off for a while.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0in;"&gt;Then everyone ate dinner together. Abagael’s little table and chair was placed next to Gabriella’s plate. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0in;"&gt;Too soon it was time for Gabriella’s mother to pick her up.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They discussed what Gabriella could and shouldn’t tell her mother and the human girl and the fairy said a fond good bye with a promise to play together every time the girl’s mother would let her come over…maybe even every day!!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0in; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Chapter 9&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0in;"&gt;It might have looked strange to the neighbors, to see the human girl playing about in the garden, talking to someone unseen.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Most of The Grandmother’s neighbors were at work during the day so it was safe for the two friends to play outside and still keep the secret.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Abagael already knew so much more about the flowers and insects than Gabriella did, but soon the human girl had learned whatever Abagael could teach her.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In return, they would sit in The Grandmother’s swing and Gabriella taught Abagael reading.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0in;"&gt;“No other fairies can read!” giggled the little fairy!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She was delighted at knowing something special.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Soon she was counting, coloring, and singing little human songs.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In turn Abagael taught Gabriella to trill like the fairies, make whistle sounds like the birds, and tiny sounds of the insects that The Grandmother had never heard before.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0in;"&gt;But the days were passing quickly.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In only 3 more days the moon would once again be in its full phase.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“We need to talk about Abagael going home” The Grandmother announced one day.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0in;"&gt;“No!’ cried Gabriella!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“She can’t go!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She is my friend!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Who will I play with?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0in;"&gt;“Now, Gabriella.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Fairyland is Abagael’s home.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;How would you feel away from all of your family and friends in a strange place?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0in;"&gt;Gabriella looked sad and Abagael tried to cheer her up with trills and bird sounds.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was obvious, though, that the fairy was glad to be going back to her home, but at the same time, sad to be leaving this place.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The Grandmother was already feeling very lonely.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0in;"&gt;“Abagael, could you return to us any time you want?” she asked.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0in;"&gt;“I think all I would have to do is stay on a flower when everyone else goes back to fairyland at dawn after a full moon,” she answered.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0in;"&gt;“Would you ever want to come back to us?” The Grandmother asked while Gabriella looked on hopefully.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0in;"&gt;“Yes!” the wee fairy answered. “I would like to do that if you want me.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0in;"&gt;Gabriella gently picked up the little fairy and gave her a tiny, soft kiss.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then they went off to play for one of the very last times.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0in; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Chapter 10&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0in;"&gt;Two nights later, Gabriella’s mother gave her permission to spend the night at Grandmother’s.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“Curious!” Gabriella’s mother said to father that night.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“Gabriella has spent almost the whole month of June at her grandmother’s house.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Oh, well, I guess she has playmates there.” She shrugged.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0in;"&gt;The Grandmother made special pollen pancakes with honey syrup for the little fairy that evening.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Gabriella had almost the same thing, just regular pancakes and honey from the store.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They drank nectar and juice.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The grandmother then brought out a little surprise cake decorated with flowers made from a paste of honey and pollen softened with a bit of nectar.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Gabriella enjoyed the cake and Abagael was delighted with the frosting flowers.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“Now, THERE’S a craft I can’t share with my crafter friends.” The Grandmother laughed.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0in;"&gt;Late, well past the human girl’s bedtime, the three tiptoed out to the garden.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Abagael returned to the Zinnia bed and perched on a flower.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Gabriella and her grandmother sat on the porch and waited.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Soon a full moon was bathing the garden in soft moonlight.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If you knew they were there you could JUST see the fairies as they appeared for their dance.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Abagael was easy to spot in her little yellow dress The Grandmother had made especially for this night.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0in;"&gt;The other fairies danced around their companion in delight as soon as they saw her.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The story of Gabriella and her grandmother was told over and over again as the fairies glanced to the porch in amazement.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They danced closer to the porch then most had ever been to humans, but still, when the first light of dawn appeared, all the fairies, even Abagael, were gone and the garden was still again.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0in;"&gt;Sadly, Gabriella and her grandmother went back into the house, yawned together, and headed to their beds.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“Wait a minute, Gammy,” the girl yawned.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“I have to do something first”.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then the girl went to the calendar on the refrigerator, located the next full moon and circled it in red crayon.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4410581293067130245-2718578677125920826?l=gammys-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gammys-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/2718578677125920826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4410581293067130245&amp;postID=2718578677125920826' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410581293067130245/posts/default/2718578677125920826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410581293067130245/posts/default/2718578677125920826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gammys-stories.blogspot.com/2008/06/little-lost-fairy.html' title='The Little Lost Fairy'/><author><name>Laura Lou</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yNHtYRpS5U0/TODFMZVWBCI/AAAAAAAAZn0/R6YFMyGIanM/S220/2009-FL.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_yNHtYRpS5U0/SEL1oUCipYI/AAAAAAAAB3U/p6qjXYP1B-k/s72-c/AAA-fairy-sketch-a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
