Rainy Days and Fairies

Written by DTYarbrough

A Fantasy Short Story
Copyright 2011 All rights reserved

Rainy Days and Fairies It was a dreary day at Osgood Manor as Tim and Sarah awoke to the sound of thunder
and raindrops beating against their bedroom window. “Not another rainy day,” said Tim as he looked out the window. “We'll be stuck in the house all day with nothing to do.” “What about our lessons?” asked Sarah. “Nanny will make us do lessons all day long.” “I'm going to be sick,” said Tim. “What about you?” “The last time we pretended to be sick she made us take that awful medicine,” said Sarah. “I'd rather just do my lessons.” “Oh yeah,” said Tim. “I almost forgot. I really was sick before that day was over.” “We'd better get dressed if we want to say goodbye to Mother and Father,” said Tim as he slipped off his Winnie the Pooh pajamas. “Why don't grownups have to stay inside when it rains?” asked Sarah as she brushed her golden locks. “How many more birthdays before we're grown up?” “A lot,” said Tim. “The real question is how many more rainy days.” ................... “Good morning, children,” said Father as the two descended the stairs. “Did the thunder wake you?” “Yes, Father,” said Tim and Sarah in unison. “I hate rainy days,” said Tim. “There's never anything to do.” “This is a wonderful opportunity to catch up on your studies,” said Father. “Then you'll have more time to play on the nice days.” “Seize the moment,” said the young lady sitting at the breakfast table with their mother. “Who's that,” asked Sarah. “Where's Nanny?” “This is your new nanny,” said Mother. “Her name is Wendy and she'll be taking over while Nanny is on vacation.” “What would you like for breakfast?” asked Wendy. 1

“We get to choose?” asked Sarah. “Nanny never lets us choose.” “Nanny only wanted what was best for you,” said Mother. “And what does she want?” asked Tim. “She wants you to choose,” said Father. “Seize the moment.” “Pancakes,” said Tim. “I want pancakes.” “And what would you like, Miss Sarah?” asked Wendy. “Pancakes, I guess,” said Sarah. “If it's not too much trouble.” “I could probably use your help,” said Wendy. “Do you know how to stir?” “Can I help?” asked Tim. “Certainly,” said Wendy. “If we each want three pancakes, how many should we cook?” “Ten,” said Tim. “Ten?” asked Wendy. “Are you sure?” “I want four pancakes,” said Tim. “Then you can crack the eggs,” said Wendy. .................... “Best pancakes I ever tasted,” said Wendy. “The batter was stirred just right.” “Where's Mother and Father?” asked Tim. “They left minutes ago,” said Wendy. “They told you goodbye.” “They did?” asked Sarah. “I didn't hear them leave.” “Well, you were quite busy,” said Wendy. “Who's the best dishwasher?” “I never washed dishes before,” said Sarah. “Me neither,” said Tim. “Well, who's the best dryer?” asked Wendy. “Don't tell me you never dried dishes before. Well, you can never learn too much. Who wants to wash?” “Me,” said Sarah. “What do I do?” 2

.................... “That was as easy as taking a bath,” said Sarah. “Looks like you took a bath with your clothes on,” said Tim. “Hold still while I try to dry you off.” “Does anybody know where the mop is?” asked Wendy. “First one to find it gets to mop the floor.” “I found it,” yelled Tim. “It's not fair,” said Sarah. “You get to mop the whole floor.” “You can do it the next time,” said Tim. .................... “Who can tell me where you left off with your studies?” asked Wendy. “We don't remember?” said Tim quickly before Sarah could blurt out the answer. “Well, who wants to study on a rainy day anyway?” said Wendy. “When there's so much more to do.” “There is?” asked Tim. “Like what?” “Oh, lots of things,” said Wendy. “Hunting for Fairies is always fun.” “Fairies?” asked Sarah. “Like Tinker Bell?” “But we aren't allowed to go outside when it's raining,” said Tim. “We're stuck inside.” “And so are the Fairies,” said Wendy. “They don't like to get their wings wet.” “You're making that up,” said Tim. “You're a grownup. You don't believe in Fairies.” “Grownups stop believing if they never see any,” said Wendy. “I'm too old to see them now, but when I was your age ...” “You saw them, didn't you?” asked Sarah. “What are they like? Tell us all about it.” “I have a feeling Tim will have to see them for himself,” said Wendy. “I'll tell you how it's done but I'm afraid I can't help you find them. They can smell grownups and they disguise themselves.” “Disguise themselves?” asked Sarah. “As houseflies, honeybees, butterflies and other flying insects,” said Wendy. “Mostly 3

houseflies when they are inside.” “I thought they were bigger than that,” said Tim. “They can change their size when they are disguised,” said Wendy. “They are magical, you know.” “So how do we find them?” asked Tim. “The secret is silence,” said Wendy. “You have to be extremely quiet and motionless.” “Like a statue?” asked Sarah. “Exactly,” said Wendy. “If they think you are a statue, then they won't try to hide.” “Where should we look?” asked Sarah. “Find a dark dusty room with windows facing the sun,” said Wendy. “Open the curtains ever so slightly. They like to slide down the sunbeams.” “But the sun isn't shining,” said Tim. “It's raining.” “You may have to wait a while, but it'll peek through,” said Wendy. “And when it does ...” “Let's go Tim,” said Sarah. “I want to see the Fairies.” “What are you going to do?” asked Tim. “I'm going to lie here on the sofa and try not to make a sound,” said Wendy. “If I accidentally fall asleep, be sure and wake me when you've finished hunting for Fairies.” .................... “I don't think there are any Fairies in here,” whispered Tim. “I'm not even sure Wendy was telling the truth.” “Grownups don't lie,” said Sarah. “This room just isn't dusty enough. Let's find a better one.” “Sometimes they do,” said Tim. “Remember when Father said there were no such thing as monsters.” “He just wanted us to feel safe,” said Sarah, “and I think he really believed it. Besides, Wendy had no reason to lie.” “I guess you're right,” said Tim. “Let's find another room.” “I've never been in here before,” said Sarah. “This must be where Mother paints her pictures and Father does his sculptures.” 4

“It's certainly dusty enough,” said Tim. “And we won't be the only statues in here.” “Quiet,” whispered Sarah. “Close the curtains some more. It's not dark enough.” “How's that?” asked Tim. “Much better,” whispered Sarah as she sat down beneath the window sill. “Sit down and be really quiet this time.” “I was quiet,” said Tim. “Shh,” whispered Sarah. “I think I heard a fly.” .................... As they sat there in the darkness, all Tim could hear was the slow constant beat of the raindrops on the window. Then he heard the buzz circling his head, first one ear then the other. Then the fly lit on his nose and began to move around slowly. “Ah-chew,” sneezed Tim. “Tim! You're going to spoil it,” said Sarah. “Can't you be quiet?” “It landed on my nose,” whispered Tim. “I couldn't help it.” “It was obviously a Fairy in disguise,” said Sarah. “The magic dust made you sneeze. It wasn't your fault. I'm sorry I yelled at you.” “I think we scared it away,” whispered Tim. “Listen. The rain is stopping.” “Be really quiet,” said Sarah. “Don't even breathe.” “We have to breathe,” said Tim, “but I'll do it as quietly as possible.” “Shh,” whispered Sarah. As their eyes adjusted to the darkness, they began to see faint images of the objects in the room. The statues took on an eerie cast as they seemed to move in the refracted light coming through the raindrops flowing down the window. “I'm frightened,” whispered Sarah. “Don't be afraid,” said Tim. “There's no such thing as monsters.” “Nice try,” whispered Sarah. “Will you protect me?” “Of course I will,” said Tim. “Look, they've stopped moving.” 5

Suddenly a narrow beam of sunlight shown through the curtains above their heads as it illuminated the dust particles floating in the air and descended to the floor. The room took on a brilliance as though a thousand fireflies lit up all at once. Just as their eyes became accustomed to the light, a new source of light appeared as dozens of flying insects transformed into sparkling Fairies. Tim and Sarah watched in amazement as the shimmering spectacle hovered above the sunbeam. Then one of the Fairies folded her wings and dropped onto the beam of light. The Fairy let out a tiny scream of glee as she slid rapidly down the beam towards the floor. Opening her wings at the last moment, she slid a few feet across the floor before coming to a stop. The others followed and quickly repeated the motion. A mouse peeked its head out of a hole in the baseboard and wandered slowly toward the light. Suddenly it transformed into a hideous Ogre carrying a burlap sack. Quickly it positioned itself in front of the beam of light and opened the sack, trapping several of the Fairies before they realized what was happening. “Stop that!” yelled Sarah as she jumped to her feet. The startled Ogre transformed back into a mouse and scampered for the hole in the baseboard, leaving the burlap sack behind. “Wow,” said Tim. “You scared him away.” As Sarah picked up the sack and opened it, several houseflies flew out of the opened bag. “But I scared the Fairies as well,” said Sarah as a tear ran down her cheek. “He won't get out of there,” said Tim as he used the sack to plug the hole. “Don't cry. You're a hero.” “You certainly are, Sarah,” said a wee voice as Sarah opened her eyes to see dozens of Fairies inches from her face. “You know my name?” asked Sarah. “The tooth Fairy has told us all about you,” said the Fairy. “But even she didn't know how brave you are. Would you like to play with us?” “Can Tim play too?” asked Sarah. “He's the brave one.” “Of course,” said the Fairy as she waved her wand and transformed them both into Fairies. “The light's right. Seize the moment. But you must not tell anyone about this.” .................... “Wake up, Wendy,” said Sarah. “We're back.” “Did you have fun?” asked Wendy. 6

“We sure did,” said Sarah. “Look at the seat of your pants, Tim,” said Wendy. “What happened to you?” “I seized the moment,” smiled Tim. “You look nice with pointed ears,” said Wendy. “Only kidding,” said Wendy as Tim reached for his ears.

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