Proof That Fairies Are Real

Senior Moments – week of July 25th

SHREWSBURY, Massachusetts – In 1917 two teenage girls in Yorkshire England produced four photographs they claimed to have taken of fairies in their garden. Photographic experts who were consulted declared that none of the negatives had been tampered with, and Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, who besides being the famous author of Sherlock Holmes mysteries was also a medical doctor, not only accepted the pictures as genuine but even wrote two pamphlets and a book attesting to their authenticity. In 1982 the girls now 81 and 75 admitted that they had faked the photos, but was Conan Doyle that easily fooled or did he just appreciate a prank and had too good a sense of humor not to go along with the gag? After all, Sir Arthur is also suspected of having been the perpetrator of the Piltdown Man hoax of 1912, a supposed “missing link” fossil actually made from the lower jawbone of an orangutan and the skull of a human that fooled the scientific world for over 40 years.

Stories of fairies and elves, little people who often assist poor or deserving humans have always been told, such as the shoemaker and wife who awoke each morning to find a new pair of shoes beautifully made by a person or person’s unknown, only to discover that elves had made them while the couple was asleep. Or what child hasn’t been delighted to find that the Tooth Fairy had placed a quarter or a dollar (depending on the current rate of exchange for teeth) under his or her pillow during the night? All these so called fairytales fall under the heading of fantasy but just because there’s no tangible proof of pixies’ existence doesn’t necessarily mean they aren’t real. They’re real alright and in fact pay me weekly visits.

Although I no longer have baby teeth so the Tooth Fairy hasn’t dropped by in many years, another fairy has taken her place and one that I appreciate just as much if not more. You see, since the yard waste in Shrewsbury is only collected during spring and fall, and during the summer can only be dropped off at the Municipal Garage one Saturday a month, the standing bags of grass cuttings rapidly decompose after a week or so. By the time I could normally bring them to the garage site the biodegradable bags would be leaking and falling apart, forever making a mess in the trunk of my car during transportation to the dump. Ah, but wait. After each mowing I put the bags with grass clippings beside the road in front of my house and within two or three days they magically disappear, obviously due to the Grass Fairy who takes them during the night. She doesn’t leave any money as did the Tooth Fairy but I figure that removing grass must have a higher overhead and entail greater expense than carrying off tiny teeth what with the soaring costs of gasoline and all. I know it’s not my mother or father pretending to be the Grass Fairy as I once suspected about my tooth disappearances, so what other explanation can there be? I’d try installing a camera to catch her in the act but I’m afraid she’d be scared off and never return, therefore I’ll leave well enough alone and if you’re a skeptic that’s perfectly okay as long as she keeps coming to “my” house. Maybe if you believed, the Grass Fairy would come to yours as well.

In Pursuit of Fairies…. « Northern Mummy with Southern Children

Molly almost tumbled out of bed this morning with excitement. 

 ’Todays the day we are going on a fairy hunt’ she whispered to her teddies.  Laying on her back and tipping her feet up towards the ceiling she nudged the mattress that lay above her on the top bunk edging her twin brother towards waking. 

“Owen,” she stage whispered, “let’s get up and go find some fairies.”

 They crept out of the bedroom with the delicacy of an elephant and were greeted by Daddy and Libby-Sue, the twin’s little sister, at the top of the stairs. 

 ”Shhhhh,” daddy raised a finger to his lips, “mummy is still in bed, she’s having a lay in.”

 Molly blew air out of her mouth, exasperated, grown ups were so boring, always wanting more sleep.  She vowed there and then to never sleep past seven o clock ever in her whole entire life.

 All through breakfast Molly wondered what the fairies would look like.  Would they be tiny? Would their wings sound like butterflies clapping?

 What seemed like hours later, mummy got up, everyone got dressed and the fairy brigade was ready.  Libby-Sue was fastened on mummies back and off they set, headed up by Molly, fairy hunter extradonaire.

 Owen found the first clue, an acorn tree.  Mummy explained this must mean fairies were near as they use empty acorn cups as a boat to cross puddles when it rains.  Because everyone knows fairies can’t fly when its wet. 

Molly found the next proof of fairy life when she discovered a discarded fairy umbrella that five or six fairies could snuggle under in the wet.

Then Molly almost leapt out of her skin with glee when she discovered a fairy lantern.   Carefully positioned outside a fairies lair she explained to mummy that at night-time it would glow in the dark showing  the winged wonders the way home.

Molly then discovered hidden passage after hidden passage leading through the bracken to the fairies home.  She and Owen watched open mouthed as they watched the leaves on the bushes rustle as the fairies danced away from them trying not to be seen by human eyes.

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