16 MarThe Fairy Sagas Continue

Tonight they left letters and pictures not only for their fairy friends, but for the leprechauns. M1 in particular was concerned for the leprechauns tonight because they built leprechaun traps in after school care today. I asked her if a leprechaun might be her fairy friends’ cousin & if trapping them was a nice thing to do. So her note to the leprechauns was a warning to watch out for them. She told her fairy friend all about what kind of cookies she sells as a Girl Scout, because apparently her wee friends are in Fairy Scouts & barter lavender sugar cookies, honey oatmeal cookies, and rose something or other, I think. And of course she wanted to know if leprechauns could be fairy cousins. Apparently yes, as they have an uncle that’s a leprechaun. Who knew?

I have a full 6×4″ envelope full of these little letters. I’m going to have to shift to a bigger envelope soon, or at least another one. Once M1 asked me if fairies really exist. The only possible answer had to be ‘as long as there are children to believe in them, of any age…’ Did I mention so sweet!?

Her voice was so low that at first he could not make out what she said. Then he made it out. She was saying that she thought she could get well again if children believed in fairies.

Peter flung out his arms. There were no children there, and it was night time; but he addressed all who might be dreaming of the Neverland, and who were therefore nearer to him than you think: boys and girls in their nighties, and naked papooses in their baskets hung from trees.

“Do you believe?” he cried.

Tink sat up in bed almost briskly to listen to her fate.

She fancied she heard answers in the affirmative, and then again she wasn’t sure.

“What do you think?” she asked Peter.

“If you believe,” he shouted to them, “clap your hands; don’t let Tink die.”

Many clapped.

Some didn’t.

A few beasts hissed.

The clapping stopped suddenly; as if countless mothers had rushed to their nurseries to see what on earth was happening; but already Tink was saved. First her voice grew strong, then she popped out of bed, then she was flashing through the room more merry and impudent than ever. She never thought of thanking those who believed, but she would have like to get at the ones who had hissed.
–JM Barrie, The Adventures of Peter Pan

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