File 029
I'm counting raisins for the lil fairies I met today.
They are poor and looking for work and have no grand fairy hall to live in.
Unlike the books REAL fae have to find a job and their fortunes in the world just like humans....and well i guess sasquatches as well.
these fae have taken a job with a garden gnome who is partial to exactly 32 raisins three times a day
as its his job to stand guard and just...be there..he cannot get them himself
he's a grumpy bastard though and if they don't have JUST 32 he won't pay them
anal bastard
the fae are still cheery though which surprises me
they sing me old songs that the humans have forgotten and they make me smile
fae are not used to beng appriciated anymore
there was a time when all were revered...but that is past and they are a shade of their former shining selves
when i thanked them the grew as bright and shining as i remember them when i was a cub
the youngest kissed my cheek and then set off with her bundle of raisins for the garden gnome
the world is cold and cruel and harsh
kindness
makes the hurt ....sting a lil less
Squatch
They are poor and looking for work and have no grand fairy hall to live in.
Unlike the books REAL fae have to find a job and their fortunes in the world just like humans....and well i guess sasquatches as well.
these fae have taken a job with a garden gnome who is partial to exactly 32 raisins three times a day
as its his job to stand guard and just...be there..he cannot get them himself
he's a grumpy bastard though and if they don't have JUST 32 he won't pay them
anal bastard
the fae are still cheery though which surprises me
they sing me old songs that the humans have forgotten and they make me smile
fae are not used to beng appriciated anymore
there was a time when all were revered...but that is past and they are a shade of their former shining selves
when i thanked them the grew as bright and shining as i remember them when i was a cub
the youngest kissed my cheek and then set off with her bundle of raisins for the garden gnome
the world is cold and cruel and harsh
kindness
makes the hurt ....sting a lil less
Squatch

