It had been a most wonderfully warm and sunny early spring day. In the evening, I went for a gentle stroll in my garden and behold, there they were, the 'wee folks' and their friends.
I listened to the music created by the orchestra of nature. And to the sounds of such sweet symphony, the choir of the wee folks sang joyous songs of love, of peace, of kindness and compassion.
I suddenly felt confused. Perhaps my recollection of the wee folks and friends engaging in lustful frolic within the confines of my living room, was only a cynical dream. I felt ashamed that I could possibly think of those sweet and innocent creatures in such dark and disillusioning way.
And now, with my head clear and my thoughts free, I wandered through my darkened garden, Amongst the branches of a purple heather, looking so content, were Fidelina the beautiful fairy princess, her husband, Geoffrey the garden gnome and their lovely little boy child, Einahalk.
Thus, it was now the wee small hours and the loving trio pondered the tranquil scene as the whirling breeze made the blades of grass, dance and sway, dance and sway.....
Up in the high elevation of the garden, Scarecat stood so proudly in front of blossomed daffodils. Scarecat surveyed the magical world of the wee folks and knew that all was right in the enchanting lives of those blessed tiny creatures.
We, the people of the big world can live our lives where cynicism is our driving force. We can believe that everyone has a hidden agenda and is waiting for the right moment to betray us. Or, we can learn to trust, to care and remove the unfair labels that so many of us endure. The wee folks live in a world where no judgement, no assumption is ever made. Maybe one day, humanity will learn the lessons of the wee folks and finally realise that we are indeed, all different, all equal.