Submitted by Gary Alexander
One cold and misty winter’s day I walked my dog down a woodland way, the air was still not even a breeze to make a sound or rustle leaves, then my heart missed a beat at a strange creature we happened to meet.
The dog she stopped and stared, her eyes were wide fixed and glared, then her head darted to and fro following the creature flying low, at first I couldn’t see, it moved far too fast for me, round and round and figure of eight flying low at a terrific rate Just for a second it hovered still and then flew away at its own free will, through the trees like silver quick faster than a rocket ship.
Standing there stunned and shocked my believes had been rocked for when the creature hovered low, I had seen, and now I know.
I don’t believe in Fairies. I don’t believe in Fairies.
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