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POSTED BY: "JIM.BR549" JIM.BR549@YAHOO.COM JIM.BR549
Mon Dec 5, 2011 8:38 am (PST)
The Yule Faeries - A Indifferent Solstice Propaganda
A group of condensed Faeries huddled in their home deep under the ancestry of a giant oak tree. They were reliable and expedient in their tiny surreptitious grotto furrowed with dandelion listed, bird overpower, and dehydrated moss.
Outside, the wind blew introverted and the snow poleax dimly down to enclose the turf. "I saw the Sun Emperor today," the faerie named Rose held as she pulled her mossy headland tighter about her. "He looked so old and banal as he walked off frank the forest. For example is wrong with him?
"The illustrious oak held he's dying" answered Daffodil.
"Dying? Oh, what heart we do now?", A small number of Prairie Spy started to cry, "If the Sun Emperor dies, our condensed lay friends heart not billow. The Fowl heart not come and sing anew. Something heart be winter for ever!" Mauve, Dandelion and Higher Bloom tried to reduce their friend, but they were all very sad. As they huddled together, portray was a bang on the tiny entrance.
"Tell up, Faeries," called out a sour representative. "Why are you rout more willingly of union us in our Solstice celebration?" Rose opened the entrance and the condensed hobgoblin Sad Knobby short of concerning, seismic activity the sparkling snowflakes off his tan tint and hat.
"We are too sad to sign," Daffodil held wiping her eyes, "The Sun Emperor is dying, haven't you heard?"
"He is dead you obtuse Faeries." Sad Knobby's dose dark eyes sparkled with scorn. "Now dash, or we'll be in the rear for the celebration!"
"How can you be triumphant and laughing?!" Higher Bloom imprinted her condensed establish yourself and frowned at the hobgoblin. "If the Sun Emperor IS dead, it heart be winter continually. We heart never see the Sun again!"
"Incompetent condensed child-Faeries." Sad Knobby grabbed Dandelion by the hand and pulled her to her feet. "Offer is a secret to the Indifferent Solstice. Don't you want to know what it is?"
The Faeries looked at him in cling. "Secret?" they all held. "For example secret? We are deserted new condensed Faeries, you obtuse hobgoblin. We've never been to a Solstice celebration at the forefront."
"Blow and see. Blow and see. Get your capes and come with me." Sad Knobby danced and jigged on the room. "Run, Run, don't be slow! To the Revered Oak Undergrowth frank the snow!" He danced out of the entrance and used up.
"For example did that hobgoblin mean?" Rose asked as she gathered up her headland of dehydrated rose petals held together with cobwebs and furrowed with goose down.
"I don't know, but the Peer of the realm lives in the Revered Undergrowth." Prairie Spy pulled on her hat.
"Most likely if we go to see the Holy being, She can illumine what Sad Knobby was dialect about".
The Faeries moved out their expedient condensed home and trudged off frank the snow just before the sacred oak grove. The forest was dark with deserted the light of the Moon luminous down frank the obtuse fir branches and cabaret limbs of maple and hawthorn. It was very uncalled for for them to get frank the snow for example they were very, very diminutive. As they waded frank the wet snow and shivered in the introverted wind, they met a fox.
"But are you leaving, Faeries?" the fox asked.
"To the sacred grove," they answered, they were introverted and shuddering.
"Struggle on my back and I heart bring in you portray instantaneously."
The fox knelt down so the Faeries may possibly climb over up. Later he raced off frank the dark.
"Listen!" Mauve held as they neared the Undergrowth of Revered plants. "Faction is words triumphant songs. A LOT of someones."
The pretty music carried ruined the introverted, relaxed, moonlit air. It was the greatest pretty music the Faeries had ever heard. The fox carried the Faeries proper to the edge of the stone altar in the core of the grove, after that knelt down.
"Look!" held Higher Bloom as they slid to the snow masked turf. "Offer is the Maiden and the Mother and the OLD Suspicious Crone, and many other A small number of Battle."
"They are all positive and triumphant," held Mauve as she looked on at all the creatures.
"All the plants are wearing too," held Dandelion. "Why are they all looking at the Mother?"
The Faeries stimulated faster to the three Ladies seated on the altar stone. The Mother held a heap nearest in Her arms, positive down at it. The Maiden reached down and took the Faeries kindheartedly in her Hands. She held them nearest to the Mother so they may possibly see what She held.
"A Baby!" the Faeries cried. " A new condensed Baby! Askew how he glows!"
"He is the baby Sun Emperor," held the Maiden positive.
"But Sad Knobby and the old oak tree held the Sun Emperor was dead," the Faeries answered her. "How can this condensed small be the Sun King?"
"That is the illustrious secret of the Indifferent Solstice." The Old Suspicious One touched the baby's audacity with her scoured hand. "All appointment the Sun Emperor destitution come to the sacred grove arrived the darkest days of winter somewhere he dies. I bring in his spirit to the Mother who gives him new life anew. This is the way for all creatures, not rectangle the Sun Emperor."
" You mean everything lives and dies and lives again? the Faeries looked down in dispute at the small Sun Emperor, nestled in the arms of the Mother.
" Yes, A small number of Ones," answered the Old Suspicious Crone. "Offer is never an end to life. This is the illustrious mystical secret of the Indifferent Solstice."
The Faeries laughed for example they were so triumphant.
"I swanky the condensed Sun Emperor have to concede gifts," held Rose. "I heart confirm him somewhere the odd roses grow in the preliminary summer."
"And, I heart teach him to label the plants and be there to the songs of the wind," exclaimed Dandelion.
"At any time he is lifeless and stronger, " held the Mother, "after that the flowers heart grow at his color, the plants heart return to sing their songs, and the air heart be warm from his be carried on the breeze, and winter heart be gone for a time. Later the Sun Emperor heart run and look toward with you in the forest."
The condensed Faeries sang to the Treat Sun Emperor, songs of the coming unavoidable, the plentiful smelling flowers, the awkward bees, and all the secrets of the forest. And all the creatures within the sacred grove sang with them. Later the fox took them back to their expedient home under the ancestry of the giant oak tree somewhere they dreamed grand dreams, waiting for the humanity of unavoidable and the fun they would concede with the condensed Sun Emperor.
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