Oh but you mustn't think for a minute that by now I surely had forgotten about the mysterious whiz whoosh sound I heard. Enthralled as I was with the lovely purple flowers growing under my window, I still would not forget that sound. So strange and mysterious it was.
So I looked there, and there, down through a frame of grape leaves, and over towards the end of the garden where the butterfly bushes grow, and to where the weeping willow stands like a ghost each evening bathed in golden light, and still could see nothing.
Then, the whiz whoosh sound again…
A firefly? A fairy?!
(At least, that’s what I thought it was)
You see, although I couldn’t quite define her real well, I could still see her fairy shoes clearly as she flew by all round me… She was bouncing and leaping and skipping from rock to rock to bushes to trees so happily… Oh look! And she left something behind!
The buzzing stopped all of a sudden. I was getting way too close! The humming twinkle of little wings stopped. She disappeared so quickly! Where could she have gone? I decided I should wait until nightfall. Fairies are known for their shyness and, maybe she would show up again at dusk? then, I waited all day… until
Something sparkly snuggled in the flowers caught my attention...