it was under the hedges the ground was still like a frozen brick a little robin saw the cracks zig zagged over the surface leaving gaps where a little fairy was in her dance would whirl and freeze as if in a trance she was called Regan to let the robins and thrushes vainly search for grains and grubs along with the scampering long tailed mouse the lady saw his whiskers a twitching sensing out a louse she had to rebirth the badgers warm and snug in their deep setts it was my sixth story on the list where the foxes scream and call in the forest deep the story was true as the pheasants shuffle in gamekeepers keep a little fairy tale tells a rattle in bleak blank twigs and branches it was the middle of the story where a fairy lady in white on her unicorn prances a little frozen brick was breathing warm air from between ruby red lips a little mouse was softening the earth making it fertile again the fairies knew where plants and bushes will start to awaken now the world of the joy of rebirth and beginnings anew once more as the time passed seasons came and seasons departed the full moons blazed in midnight skies and waned again disappearing from sight spring budded and bloomed summers were full of bounty autumns glowed with orange light winters were sparkly and diamond bright the things were forgotten bad time they are fled from recollections and life settled harvests were bounteous and everything flourished a little boy lived in his house content with his ways no one came to bother him he earth tickled by slowly as fairy life does mortal men may come and go with amazing speed but none of that disturbed them in the forest deep life went on as it always did peaceful and quiet occasionally a thrush stopped by with fairy rider to impart some news concerning forest ways but hours ticked by turning into days the days became weeks which in turn became months and soon the months became years the story ends now