Here is another chapter in the Fairy Frolic Stories. Tenney sighed in frustration, “How am I supposed to come up with lyrics to a song about spring when we’ve had winter for so long I don’t even remember what spring feels like! Or looks like! Or anything!!!! UGH!!!”
Her best friend, Saige sighed in agreement, “Yeah, I just don’t get it. It’s April 19th and there is still SNOW on the ground!! Maybe you should change it and write about winter and snow and freezing rain…”
“Oh yeah, for the Spring Fling Fundraiser at school? I don’t think so.”
Everyone knew how good Tenney was at coming up with music and lyrics to match on her guitar. That was why she was asked to write a song for yet another fundraiser at school.
Miranda poked her head in the room, “I know who can tell you about spring! They were actually inside of spring just a couple weeks ago!”
“Katelynne and Camille.”
“How can someone be inside of spring? It’s either here or it’s not. You can’t go inside and outside of the seasons.”
“Come on! They’ll show you! The story’s on the blog!”
Tenney and Saige jumped off their chairs and followed Miranda to Katelynne’s room.
“Katelynne, can these two hear about the crazy adventure you had with Camille?”
“Sure! I can tell you all about it! I even have Lanie’s laptop right here!”
“OOoo! Me too! Me too!” said a high voice from down the hall. Camille came in with Sophie and Annaleis tagging along behind her.
Camille grabbed the laptop and jumped onto Katelynne’s lap while all the other dolls crowded around her and she read the story out loud.
“Wow!!!” Saige said, “I can’t believe all the adventures you had!! And all the things you saw!!! It’s incredible!!”
“Yeah, I was hoping to get more inspiration for a song I’m supposed to write about spring but now I’m overwhelmed by too much!! No wonder you were so exhausted by the end!!”
“You’re going to make a song?” Camille asked.
“Yes, I have part of it already but I’m stuck on this one part-“
“Can we hear what you have?” Katelynne asked.
“Sure! My guitar’s in the other room, come on!”
They all got up and followed Tenney. That is, everyone except for Annaleis and Sophie, who climbed down from the bunk beds.
“Do you think….do you think we could ever have a real adventure like that?” Sophie asked wistfully.
“I don’t know,” Annaleis said, “It’s so few and far between that anyone gets to even go to Virginia and visit the Fairy Forest. And there are so many dolls who never even got to go to Virginia at all. And we did…”
“Yes, but we didn’t get to go to the Fairy Forest.”
“We didn’t need to. A fairy visited us!”
“Yes,…. so you don’t think we’ll ever get to go back?”
“Maybe not, or at least it will be a long while before we do. As I said, there are so many dolls who are lined up to go who have never gone. But don’t be sad, there must be somewhere, something to do here, right?”
“I don’t think so. What can we possibly do here? We’re in boring old Illinois, in a city where fairies don’t live. We can’t even pretend it’s spring! It’s freezing cold and everything is so brown and drab and gloomy. Not even sunshine for days and days.”
“Brown and drab and gloomy?” said Keisha from outside the room, “Who’s brown and drab and gloomy?”
“Sophie,” said Annaleis giving Sophie a poke, “she wants spring to come.”
“Doesn’t everyone. But guys, did you know—?” Keisha stopped suddenly because Annaleis held up her hand for silence, listening, “Do you hear that?”
“I can’t hear anything,” Keisha said, “Or wait, maybe…Yes!! I do hear it!!!”
Sophie cocked her head, and Annaleis stood still, listening.
There was…..sound…..but it was more than just sound, it was music that seemed to go right through them. Sending a dazzling thrill that went through their whole bodies, from head to toe, as if someone made them sparkle from the inside. The music filled their heads and wrapped around their bodies, seeming to become a finite thing, that pulled them this way and that; tugging at their bodies and clothes.
“What’s going on?” Sophie asked.
“I’m not sure…it’s magic! It wants to take us somewhere!”
The three dolls found themselves ‘led’ to the music room, where the music they were feeling and hearing was so loud their whole bodies vibrated to it. Katelynne and Camille, who had felt and heard it too, joined them.
Katelynne gasped, “Look!!!”
Tasha, the cellist of the dolls, had carelessly left her cello case partway open and a piece of paper was sticking out of it.
As soon as Annaleis grabbed it, the music stopped.
There was complete silence.
“Oh my goodness! It’s beautiful!” Sophie looked at what was in her hands.
Annaleis flipped it over, “It’s the music!!!”
“Wait, put it back again, maybe we can hear the music again,” Keisha said. Annaleis put it back in the cello case. Nothing happened.
“Oh no! We shouldn’t have touched it!” Camille cried, “I LOVED that music!!!”
“Well, it’s written here, maybe someone can play it,” Annaleis said.
“What instrument is it written for?” Katelynne asked, taking the sheet from Annaleis and reading the clef, “Bass clef. Of course! It was found in a cello case! Let’s go find Tasha!”
“Tasha! Can you play this music for us?”
Tasha glanced at it and shook her head “No, it’s not written for cello, it’s in treble clef. Didn’t you see the violin on the back side?”
“What?” Katelynne puzzled, looking over her shoulder, “There was a bass clef there before! I totally saw it!”
“I don’t think you looked well enough,” Tasha said, handing her the music back and walking out of the room.
Katelynne scrunched her face and looked at the other dolls, “We should talk to Suki then, but I think this confirms it.”
“That this music isn’t from our world?” Keisha asked.
“It’s from the fairies!!!” Camille shouted.
“Just wait, and let’s ask Suki first.”
“Hey, Suki, can you play this on your violin?”
“Umm, I could play the top line, but I couldn’t play all those chords.”
“Yeah, those are guitar chords. See? The Dm and all the other letters tell you what chord to play.”
“It totally didn’t say that before.”
“Well those are guitar chords, you should ask Tenney.”
“Do we have to ask Tenney?” Camille asked, forgetting that Katelynne had told her to ‘just wait.’
“It doesn’t hurt, and I know where she is,” Katelynne led them all to the kitchen.
“Hey, Tenney, take a look at this, what do you see?”
Katelynne handed her the paper.
“I don’t see anything. It’s a blank sheet of paper,” she flipped it over, “With lily pads and a violin drawn on the back.
It’s pretty. Reminds me of spring…ooo!” A melody seemed to almost come into her head but then she lost it.
Annaleis took the music from her, “Thanks, Tenney.”
They went back to Katelynne’s room.
“What are we supposed to do with this?” she asked.
“It’s a song from the fairies! It needs to be played!!” Camille cried, “We need to figure out how to make it play again!”
“I wonder….” Annaleis really looked at the notes, (which had appeared again) this time, reading them in her head.
Sophie had been looking over it too and suddenly they saw the notes flow and flutter and swim before their very eyes! Making them dizzy. A cloud of blue came up in their faces and swirled all around them.
When they opened their eyes from the blue cloud they found themselves not only in totally different surroundings, but even different clothes too!
“Our Fall Flurry Outfits!” Sophie cried, “We must be in a fairyland!”
“Some kind of fairyland!” Annaleis agreed, “Just like Katelynne and Camille!”
“Yes, but I think this land is much more different.”
At first, they thought they were on an island full of blue and purple flowers but then they realized the island was moving!
They were riding on a swan! A huge, giant swan! They sailed through waterflowers and lilypads. The water was an even deeper blue than the flowers they were sitting among.
The dolls spoke at the same time: “How do you suppose we got here..?” “Why do you suppose we got here…?”
They burst out laughing, “I have no idea!”
“I guess we’ll just have to go along on the adventure.”
“I guess so! Wow! This is amazing!” They seemed to be sailing through a collection of little lakes that were all connected to each other. The trees and forests around them were so rich in color. Deep green and warm burgundy browns. Flowers were all over the ground and the water, so it was difficult to tell where the ground stopped and the water began. Vines elegantly clung to the tree trunks which towered at immense heights above them. Little white flakes that looked like stars would fall down from the sky. Annaleis, who had been looking and listening to her surroundings looked up and gasped.
“Wait!!! Wait!!! Do you hear that?”
Sophie listened carefully, “Hey! That’s….that’s part of the fairy music! No! Wait, that’s a hymn! That’s Like the Golden Sun Ascending!”
“No, I hear All the Diamonds.”
Gasp! “Well now I hear Beech Spring!”
“Where is the music coming from?”
Annaleis looked at a little white flake that had landed on her arm just as a new tune entered her head. She pointed up, “The snowflakes.”
“Those aren’t snowflakes.”
“They’re starflakes! Musical starflakes!”
“Songdrops! They’re raining down on us!”
The starflakes, for that was what they were, floated down ever so slowly and whenever they would rest on either of the dolls, they would hear a new song.
Annaleis’ face lit up with smiles of wonder, “All these songs! It’s like getting little musical gifts! They’re beautiful to look at and lovely to listen to!”
Suddenly the trees broke and they came out to a much larger lake that had a fountain in the middle. A mermaid was swimming around it.
“Were you called to help us find the lost SongSpring? It was echoed in your world so you would know to come.”
“The starflake that holds the song of spring, our SpringSong. Have you come to help us find it?”
“You lost spring??” Sophie cried, “No wonder!!! That’s why it’s been so cold! Spring is lost! Oh no!!! How do we find it?”
“The star could be anywhere. But you must find it and bring it and then they shall sing!”
“How can we look for it? You must have some idea.”
“Just listen. You will know when you hear it,” the mermaid said and dove back into the water and did not resurface again.
“Well…” said Annaleis, not quite sure what to say.
“Finding this could take forever,” Sophie said.
“It could. I have no idea how big this world is, and no clues except we know what the song looks and sounds like.”
“Which means it would have to LAND on us. We could be stuck here forever.”
“No, the mermaid didn’t say that. We probably could give up and go home if we had to. But that certainly would be pretty disappointing. There’s got to be something else. We just have to find out.”
They sailed on through the deep blue water, sometimes climbing through the blue flowers on the swan’s back to get a closer look of what was on the shore.
One tree, full of lichen and moss arched so far over the surface of the lake that it brushed Sophie’s face and she gasped, for it was like walking into a spiderweb of music. She could feel the tree singing when it touched her.
“Annaleis……I think….it’s more than just the starflakes that are singing. I think this whole world is full of music.”
Annaleis lifted her head and looked and listened.
She couldn’t hear anything exactly, but she felt as if she were standing on the brink of it. She looked down at the water. ‘The Sea of Song, the SongSea.’ Annaleis had no idea if this body of water was even a sea, it probably wasn’t but that title came to her head and she knew that was what it was called. And she was standing on the edge of it. That if she were to dive down, or put her toe in, or even put her head close and catch the spray from the swan’s movement, a whole BUNCH of music would come to her head!!! But she was happy just then, to stay where she was, on the brink of music but not to actually ‘hear’ anything, or anything specific. It was just comforting and nice to know that it was there.
Just then the Swan fluttered it’s wings and swam up to the shore, turned around, and tipped them out along with all the blue flowers on it’s back. She stretched out her neck and flew up into the air and over the trees.
“What should we do now?” Sophie asked.
Annaleis looked around. There didn’t seem to be any kind of trail, but she was coming up with an idea of sorts.
“Have you noticed that everything seems to be grouped together here? Like these purple flowers are all together, and where you are, all the pink flowers are together.
And the starflakes that we saw were mostly all together. Or at least I don’t see any here,” Annaleis looked up but there was not a flake in the sky, “I think we should start looking for groups of starflakes. I wish we could learn more about them, like where they gather, and when they come out.”
“What if the SpringSong doesn’t come from a starflake? What if it’s something else? Listen to the flowers! They’re singing too! Everything is singing here!”
“But didn’t the mermaid specifically say a starflake?”
“Yes, but perhaps we could also get it from something else….”
And indeed, everything was singing. Everything they touched had a voice and a song of their own. Some were short simple motifs that repeated over and over, like what the grass sang. Or a flowing rich symphonic sound like what the willow tree sang.
Sophie was especially entranced by a pine tree’s music. It sang a melancholy song but it still had hope in it. She stood under the tree for a long time, stroking it’s soft new green shoots. The longer she stayed, the more she could hear until she realized there were words to the song it sang! It was about spring and winter! It was mourning over the SpringSong that was lost, but it had hope that it would be found.
“In the winter of our spirits,
cold winds chill the very soul.
Trees bereft of fruit and color
cannot hearten or console.
In the winter of our spirit,
snow squalls come, obscure our sight:
yet there in the dim white distance
shines a cold, but hopeful light.”
But not just that, there was something deeper. A deeper magic, or tone that it was singing. It spoke to her very heart and soul. Sophie stood still, clutching the little branch and listening with all her might.
“….And in the winter of our spirits
grace and faith come to suffice
with the confidence of water
flowing on beneath the ice….”
Annaleis interrupted her concentration, “The mermaid said it would be a starflake and that’s what I’m going to be looking for. Maybe I”m not thinking right, but I thought the mermaid said the SpringSong is lost. And if the SpringSong is lost, why is there still spring? Shouldn’t it be all winter? And yet, everything is full of springtime! These flowers are brand new! These buds are shooting up! Why do they even need a song?”
“They don’t!!! ‘The confidence of water flows on beneath the ice,'” Sophie quoted, “They have faith! They have faith that is so strong spring comes flowing out anyway!”
“Come here and listen to this!”
Annaleis came over to the pine tree and listened.
“To the winter of our spirits,
God comes: chill winds have no sting,
and our souls, warmed by God’s presence,
wait the coming of the spring.”
“They are God-breathed. They need no song! God gave them a song of grace and love! The song they wish for is just a song of rejoicing and praise! It has no power over them now!” Sophie cried.
“This reminds me of Abraham and his faith.”
“Abraham from long ago?” Sophie dropped her hold from the pine branch and listened to Annaleis.
“Yes, Abraham trusted God. I love that story! ‘God took Abraham outside at night and said, “Now look towards the heavens, and count the stars, if you are able to count them. So shall your descendants be.” Then Abraham believed the Lord and God credited it to him as righteousness.’ Abraham received his righteousness through faith.”
“Wow,” Sophie said, “That is a neat story. Can you imagine being taken outside by God and being told to count the stars???”
“‘If you’re able to count them!”‘ Annaleis quoted back, “Abraham couldn’t count them! And that’s how many descendants he’d have, when he had no children at the time and he was old!”
“What a mind-bloggling thing to believe!” Sophie said. She was still imagining Abraham spending all night trying to the count the stars because God had told him to! If he was able! Ha! But what a beautiful thing to do!
But Annaleis brought her back to the present, “I still think it might be nice if we do find the SpringSong so that they can sing in praise and rejoicing,” Annaleis said, “Maybe if I can get up higher I’d be able to see some starflakes. This looks like a good tree.”
Annaleis started to climb a tree with many branches. At first, all she saw were other trees and lakes. When she had almost gotten to the top, she leaned far out on her branch,
“Oh! I see something! It’s a – “AIEEEEEEE!!!!”
Suddenly a wind picked up, the branch gave a lurch and Annaleis pitched forward, loosing her balance!
“Ummpphh!” Annaleis hit the ground hard, “Ow! Ow! OW!”
Tears that she didn’t mean to shed formed at her eyes from the pain.
“What’s wrong?” Sophie asked, a little panicked.
“My arm! Ow! My arm got dislodged or something! Oooow!” Annaleis tried not to whimper, “We can get help. I saw something.”
Sophie shook her head, “You know you were asking for it, going climbing trees in a fairyland.”
“Why do you say that?”
“Look at what happened to Katelynne and Camille! Every tree they climbed landed them into trouble. And now it’s even worse for you!”
“Well, I’m sure they’d both say it was worth it, and it was worth it for me too. Come on, I saw something over there.”
The dolls tramped through flowers and underbrush. Annaleis was in pain but she was very glad it was her arm and not either of her legs. Then, Annaleis stumbled out upon a road.
“Look! This is what I was telling you!” Glad to at last be able to move their legs freely without having to kick and stomp on flowers and plants, they ran down the little stone road that led to a little stump that was most obviously a house of sorts.
“Do you think, a fairy lives there?” Sophie asked.
“Oh my gosh! I think it might be! Poor Camille! I wish she were here right now! She’s been wishing sooo badly to visit a fairy’s house ever since she discovered the one in York.”
“We’ll have to remember everything and tell her all about it.”
“Yes!! Come on! Let’s go knock on the door!”
Annaleis knocked. Nothing happened for a long time. Sophie tried, then Annaleis again. Still nothing. They were about to give up when two little white heads peeked in the window.
“She’s not at home!”
“Fairies seem to never be at home,” Annaleis muttered under her breath and grimacing, holding her arm.
Sophie took over, “Please! We need help! Annaleis injured her arm! Is there anyone who can help?”
“The medicine cart. It can heal all hurts and injuries.”
“Where is it?”
“Along the goatpath, over there,” the white rabbit pointed. He lifted his paws to close the window.
“Wait!” Annaleis cried, “If you please, we are also trying to find the starflakes. Do you know where any might be?”
“Follow the butterflies, they like them.”
“Thank you,” Sophie said as the rabbits turned away.
“The goatpath. Why do you suppose it’s called the — oh!”
Sophie looked so shocked that Annaleis couldn’t help but giggle even in her pain. There, right in front of them was a goat! A real goat! It bleated and looked at Annaleis soulfully.
“A soulful, deep-minded goat,” Sophie said, “Who would ever think??….”
Annaleis burst into more giggles.
“I think it would like to give you a ride,” Sophie said after communicating with it through their eyes.
“Mhmm! It will be much faster than walking for you.”
“That’s true,” Annaleis hesitantly got up on the giant animals back
and immediately it started walking with Sophie trying to keep up beside her.
In a very short time they came upon the cart, although it was so big, it was more like a house.
“Wow! Look at all these remedies! How do you know which one to choose?” Sophie asked, “Is there a doctor around here?”
Annaleis reached for a green bottle, “This one!”
Sophie swatted her hand, “Annaleis!! How can you say ‘this one!’ You have no idea!”
“But this is the only one that’s my size, and besides, it feels right,” she reached for it again and read the label on the cork, “See! Look: ‘Dislocated appendages.’ That’s exactly what I need!”
Annaleis uncorked the bottle and took a sip before Sophie could say anything else. Sophie watched her intently.
A ‘pop’ could be heard at her shoulder. Annaleis gasped and then smiled, “Wow! This stuff is amazing! I wish I could take it home with me!”
“Don’t! It’s not ours! And it might change if it travels to a different world. Come on, we have to find the butterflies.”
They traveled on foot since no goat came to them this time. Again, there was no path so they wandered aimlessly. Sophie kept an eye on the sun so they wouldn’t end up going in circles. It was so odd tramping through this forest because if they rested even a little bit, they were flooded with music from whatever they were touching.
Annaleis paused to listen to some Sunset flowers singing a slow calming end-of-day song. She looked through the trees and gasped.
Just up ahead was a hill, and at the top of the hill, she could just make out something flicking and flittering about.
“I think I see them!” She called excitedly and raced to the hill without waiting for Sophie. She didn’t even get to the top of the hill when she saw them; beautiful butterflies of all colors and sizes. They floated, flickered, flittered, and frolicked to their own music.
Annaleis reached out, in hopes of sharing in their music, a stream of butterflies hovered around her hand. A blue one landed on her finger. Annaleis opened her hand, the butterfly flew off and Annaleis gasped. Where the butterfly had just been was the SpringSong Starflake.
“Sophie!!!! I have it!!!” She cried, but Sophie couldn’t hear her, she had gone ahead to the top of the hill, where a most amazing sight captured her attention.
Thousands of millions of butterflies were frolicking overhead.
So many of them, it was just a wash of flickering colors. Sophie reached her hand out too.
A pink butterfly settled on her finger and when it flew off, Sophie found a starflake in her hand.
Annaleis had finally come to the top of the hill and was staring at the butterflies.
Annaleis turned toward her and gasped seeing what was in her hand, “I have one too! It’s the SpringSong!”
“You have the SpringSong? Hooray! Hooray!!!”
“Yes! I can’t believe it! A blue butterfly gave it to me!”
‘White and glistening, furry and soft,
a cloud of wonder, a flower aloft,
yet cold and glittering, like crystals caught,
in an intricate pattern of lace and frost.’
“Hm, I wonder why the butterfly gave you that one.”
“I don’t know. But let’s go! Let’s go find the fairies so we can give them the SpringSong!”
They hiked again, through the endless songflowers and trees. They came to a patch of puffy white ones and Annaleis burst out laughing.
“Snowflakes and Snowflowers! Listen!! They’re singing Christmas carols!!”
The dolls listened and laughed. For even though they were sick and tired of winter, it had been cold and dreary for sooo long, the Christmas carols warmed their hearts anyway and they joined the flowers in song. They sang carol after carol until after In the Bleak Midwinter, the flowers changed to a new tune:
‘White and glistening, furry and soft,
a cloud of wonder, a flower aloft,
yet cold and glittering, like crystals caught,
in an intricate pattern of lace and frost.’
“Hey! That’s my starflake! That’s –Oofff!”
Sophie had been kicking and climbing over soft, bendable flowers that went up to her knees so she didn’t see the hard, cold, crystal snowball until she kicked it and almost fell on top of it.
“Whoa! It’s a crystal snowglobe!”
“Look inside!” Annaleis said, “Maybe it will tell us something! Maybe it will tell us how to get to the fairies!”
Sophie bent over and gazed into it’s bright depths. It showed her things so fast she could barely catch a glimpse: Flying through flowers and trees to a castle, a great host of fairies singing in celebration, a great fire, and then darkness and it was over.
“Whoa!” Sophie said again.
“What did you see?”
“I’m not completely sure. A castle, the fairies, a fire…”
“Yes, but I have no idea where it came from or what it is. It all happened too fast.”
“Hmm, so, I guess we need to find a castle?”
“We need to…..fly to a castle, or at least, that’s what it seemed like before I saw the castle. We were whizzing so fast through the flowers and trees.”
The snowflowers had been singing this whole time, but just then they BURST out in harmony even louder than before, singing Rudolf the Red-nose Reindeer, and the flowers produced little red seeds in their pistils.
The dolls giggled and then gasped. Just like Sophie’s starflake, there was a reason the flowers were singing that particular song. A deer came cantering up to them.
“We’re supposed to ride it!” Sophie cried, that part of the vision she saw suddenly became clear.
The dolls clambered up on the deer. Annaleis held Sophie tightly as they were whisked away!
“This is just like what happened to Katelynne and Camille!” Annaleis cried.
Indeed it was. The deer made hardly a sound as it flew through the flowers and trees. They were going so fast Annaleis felt dizzy. She hugged Sophie even tighter and closed her eyes, burying her face in her hair.
Sophie stroked Annaleis’ hand, “Don’t be frightened, the deer won’t let you fall.”
Annalies didn’t speak or open her eyes but Sophie’s comforting hand and quiet confidence helped her heart greatly.
And then she heard the deer’s song. For just like everything in this fairyland, the deer was singing too.
“Ride a Cockhorse to Banberry Cross,
To see a white lady upon a white horse,
With rings on her fingers and bells on her toes,
She shall have music wherever she goes.”
At last the deer slowed down and Annaleis could relax. They were in a new part of the flower forest. The colors were even deeper and richer than before.
“Look! The castle!” The castle was magnificent. It rose up out of the flowers, towering above the treetops. The deer stopped and the dolls slid off it’s back, giving him a pat of thanks.
The walls of the castle, or at least the two walls that they could see, were made of different materials. One wall was made of ice and snowflowers and petalcicles.
the other was made of buds, blossoms and blooms and springshine sungrass.
“I bet each wall represents a different season!” Annaleis cried, “We’re seeing winter and spring, but if we walked around the entire castle I bet we’d see fall and summer too!”
They walked up to the brightly lit spring gates.
Silent knights guarded it’s gates but they stood aside and let the dolls pass. They gasped in delight at what they saw inside. Fairies all over the place! Flying and laughing and singing and dancing! Playing games with one another or painting flowers on the walls!
But there was one pink fairy who sat alone in a corner, hugging her knees, trying to look happy but tears were running down her cheeks. Both dolls felt drawn to her. They couldn’t stop themselves from moving towards her.
“Why are you crying?” Annaleis hated watching this fairy cry. Her sadness pierced her heart so deeply she felt like crying herself and she didn’t even know why.
“I have no song to sing. No song of blooming spring. It is lost. I cannot find it.”
Annaleis dug into her pocket, “Is this what you were looking for?” She held out the starflake. The fairy’s eyes lit up, and a glow of joy shone in her face, “You’ve found it!!! Oh, Praises be!! Thank you!! Glory to Christ the King! For He has Risen! Rejoice and Sing! Like buds, entombed and graved was He. Like blossoms, He rose! In victory! Come! Rejoice! Stay with me!”
And with that, the fairy flew around with the others in song and praise. Since the dolls could not fly, they explored on the ground, singing the hymns they knew that the fairies sang. They were shown throne-beds woven of rose thorns to sleep in for the night.
Such huge beds, they could have both slept in one!
They were so soft and comfortable, like sleeping on a pile of rose petals.
In the morning they woke refreshed and well, and ate breakfast with the fairies. When they were through, a fairy came to them and said, “Honor and thanks to you we bring; a gift for you; a song to sing. A hymn of resurrection and spring!
Now it is time for your farewell. Darkwing will bring you where you dwell.”
They followed the fairy deep in the depths of the castle to what would have been the dungeons but there were no dungeons in this castle, just a cavernous stone cave, where a dragon lived.
The dragon looked at them with wise, calm eyes, “You have done well, Little Ones. You did not give up or complain, even when you were in pain. It is time for you to go back home.”
“Annaleis Jamie Effner,” the dragon called. Annaleis gasped, wondering how the dragon knew her full name, but she had no chance to ask. The dragon breathed on her and blue and white flame that became dragonflowers swooped in and crowned her head, kissing her hair.
A dazzling blue/white light filled the room. Every melody, carol and song Annaleis had heard in the fairyland came back to her in a fantasia of music. Annaleis disappeared.
“Sophie Charlotte Gotz,” the dragon called. The dragon breathed on her.
Pillars of pink flame came shooting out, surrounding Sophie, enveloping her.
But they were as soft and cool as feathers. Sophie also, heard every melody, carol and song that she had listened to before come together in a fantasia of song.
The featherflames parted and suddenly she was home in the doll room!
They were back in Katelynne’s room but all the other dolls were gone. It was just she and Annaleis, but everything seemed different. Everything seemed fresh and new and warm.
“Annaleis, can you feel it? Can you smell it? Spring is finally here!”
Just then the door burst open, “THE BUDS HAVE BURST!!!!” Camille shouted, grabbing both of them by their hands, “Where have you BEEN!?!? The Buds have BURST!!! Come see! Come see!!!!”
They all crowded to the window and looked out. And indeed, the trees were flowering and so many of the bushes were blooming. The grass was so green! Daffodils, and tulips were bursting with color.
“I can’t believe how quickly everything’s bloomed! So fast, like in a total of three days!” Keisha said.
“Three days! Like the three days Jesus was buried!” Camille said.
“Yes,” Katelynne agreed, “I’ve always wished we could celebrate Easter right when spring is really here and not before. It’s like you said,” Katelynne nudged Camille, “The buds have burst out of the trees like Jesus has burst out of the tomb!”
“Well, the fairies certainly celebrate Easter that way!” Annaleis said.
“How do you know?” Camille asked.
“Because I saw them!”
“WHAT!?!?!” all the dolls except Sophie cried.
“Me too!” Sophie added.
“You got to see FAIRIES!?!?!” Camille looked at them in awe and slight disbelief, “Is that were you’ve been all this time?”
“How long have we been gone?” Sophie asked.
“Three days!! I think it was only one day in the Flower Fairyland!”
“Flower Fairyland!!!” Camille practically shrieked, “YOU HAVE TO TELL ME!!! WHAT HAPPENED??? WHAT DID YOU DO?? WHAT DID YOU SEE???”
“Calm down, Camille! We’ll tell you all about it! But you want to know why we were there?” Annaleis didn’t let anyone try to answer, she was too excited to answer for herself, “We found the SpringSong!”
“THE SPRINGSONG!?!??!” This time Camille did scream, “Where is it? Can you sing it? I want to hear it! Sing it! Sing it!”
“We can’t sing that particular song because we gave it back to the fairies, but they gave us another one! A hymn!”
“Yes, but look how it’s written! Guitar chords! It’s a song for Tenney! Tenney should sing it at the spring fling fundraiser at school!”
“Oh! Didn’t you hear? Oh, no, cause you’ve been gone.”
“Tenney is going to her dreamland.”
Keisha smiled, “You know what her favorite song is, right?”
“Of course! Sandy Mush!” Annaleis cried, “How can anyone not! She sings it practically EVERY day!!!”
“Yes, well, she found out it’s a real place, and not only that, a wonderful wayfinding Weaver who lives there would love for her to come! So she’s going! In fact! She’s leaving today! We were on our way to say good-bye to her! Come on!”
They walked to the kitchen where Tenney was all packed and ready.
“I don’t want to say good-bye,” Tenney said, “I have this feeling we’ll see each other again anyway.”
“No, it’s not really a good-bye. I think we will see each other too. But we do want to say we love you,” said Katelynne.
Sophie came up to her, “Here,” she said, handing her the hymn, “It’s a new spring song. Sing it and think of us.”
Then, one by one, they all came up and gave her hugs. Camille was last to hug her, when she suddenly said, “Tenney! Sing the Sandy Mush song! One more time!”
“Let’s all sing it!”
“Yes!!” Tenney laughed, “You can sing me home to Sandy Mush!”
In the middle of July with the grass growing high and the dusty blueberries on the bush, I met a girl who was prettier than pearls in the sweet mountain hills of Sandy Mush. Sandy Mush, Sandy Mush, dusty berries on the bush in the sweet mountain hills of Sandy Mush.
had come to this land to make a living with my hands and find a valley green and lush. I would work through the years, save my blood, sweat, and tears and find me a home in Sandy Mush. Sandy Mush, Sandy Mush, a valley green and lush in the sweet mountain hills of Sandy Mush.
Her will was strong. Her eyes were like a song and her voice was as sweet as a thrush. I asked her in the spring if she would wear my ring and bear me a child in Sandy Mush. Sandy Mush, Sandy Mush, a voice like a thrush in the sweet mountain hills of Sandy Mush.
If your father says yes, I’ll be filled with happiness and I’ll pick you a rose to match your blush. If your father says no, then away I will go and I’ll tarry no more in Sandy Mush. Sandy Mush, Sandy Mush, a rose to match your blush or I’ll tarry no more in Sandy Mush.
Well my father has heard you’re a man of your word and when the berries again are on the bush, in this green valley mild I will bear you a child, a beautiful child in Sandy Mush. Sandy Mush, Sandy Mush, when the berries are on the bush I will bear you a child in Sandy Mush.
Sandy Mush, Sandy Mush, a rose to match your blush and a beautiful child in Sandy Mush.
Behind the scenes: As you can see, the Flower Fairyland was not a real Flower Fairyland exactly. In fact, it was a fairyland that was nestled in the very heart of bustling downtown Chicago! I brought Sophie and Annaleis to the Macey’s Flower Show! It was sooo neat!!! They had flower displays on every single floor!!! I didn’t even get pics of everything! The dolls and I had quite the adventure taking the pics. Sadly, I had no wonderful grandma to hold the dolls, nor any other helper, so I had to do my best on my own and it didn’t always work. Like, when Annaleis tried to climb the tree, not only did SHE fall out of the tree, but the whole TREE and the huge vase it was in, fell from a high table when I placed her in the branches!!! Luckily, it was on the kitchen floor of Maceys where hardly anyone was there and I was able to put everything back the way it was without anyone seeing!
Another time was when I placed the two dolls on the reindeer. I was photographing them and balancing them so they wouldn’t fall when a woman came up to me and said, “Don’t touch those dolls! That’s the display! You’ll wreck it! And they’re so cute!”
“Umm,…they’re my dolls.”
“They are?? Oh! I’m so sorry! I thought they were part of the display!”
Heee! And I wasn’t too worried about placing them in the flowers because I did it on the last day the whole display was going to be up anyway.
About Tenney: I read Tenney’s first book and I was pretty disappointed with it. This is my Tenney’s new story, except she’s not going to be mine anymore because she really is leaving my house and going off to a very, VERY dear and wonderful wandering Weaver, who I love very much and I know Tenney will be MORE than happy living there. With many young kids to come visit and play with her and share adventures with her too!
Sandy Mush. Jonathon Byrd from Wildflowers.
In the Winter of Our Spirits, John Core.
Ride a Cockhorse, Mother Goose/Nicholas Page.