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Unknown Danger.

Walking into the clearing by the old oak tree. I felt that something was not as it always is. A strange feeling of danger, the hairs on my neck were lifting as if to tell me get away from here. You are in great danger I told myself. I do not know was it a certain bloody mindedness or an act of bravado that stopped me from turning around and running from the clearance as fast as my legs could carry me.

As I walked my head and my eyes were in one continuous motion; left to right, right to left with quick glances behind me. I arrived somewhat breathless under the old oak tree. The wise old owl hopped down from her favourite bough and with a light too-whit, too who she asked me, why the hurry? Are you being followed?

I explained my feeling of great danger, a feeling that overcame me as I entered Fairyland, a feeling that is still with me. The wise old owl flapped her wings and silently glided back the way I had come then she returned and flew to the edge of Fairyland. On returning she told me that there were no strangers here in Fairyland and all was as it always is.

I sat myself down on the comfortable roots of the old oak tree. I tried to sleep but my eyes opened and closed of their own free will, I just could not keep them shut. Even the wise old owl’s telling me that all was normal here in Fairyland did nothing to calm me. Suddenly a loud snapping noise broke the silence. Followed by the noise made by hundreds of birds and from the wild animals. A large Elm tree had snapped like one snaps a matchstick the noise slowly settled, things went back to normal. Rose from my bed of roots and told the wise old owl that I was going to see what had happened and above all what had caused that loud noise.

I made my way back in the direction of my House. Then I saw this old elm tree it had snapped and was now laying blocking the path that I always use to get to the clearing by the old oak. If the tree had broken a few minutes earlier it would have killed me, no wonder I felt danger. Even now I was not very happy about the broken tree. Calling two robins I asked them to get every Leprechaun they could find to come to this fallen tree and to bring their axes and saws with them.

I sat and waited, it did not take long and the first Leprechauns arrived. I told them about the tree and how it blocked the way to the clearance. In no time at all the Leprechauns got to work on the tree. Axes were swung and saws with a Leprechaun at each end of the saw and soon piles of neatly arranged logs were piled ready to be taken by any of the little folk that wanted to build a house or even for firewood. I had a very late lunch this afternoon and my afternoon nap was deep and very refreshing. I am again happy that no real danger exists in Fairyland.