Fairy tale

       The forest fairy opened her eyes that morning just like she did yesterday and the day before. Something was different today. She felt it immediately. Maybe she forgot to close the door and the bunnies ran outside during the night to watch the swans on the lake. They did this last week too. Maybe the bunnies ran away for good! But why would they do such a thing? They feel at home here and ever since their mother left she did a wonderful job in taking care of the little fur balls. She even gave up her piano lessons to spend more time with them. No, no, no! It can't be true!

      She stands up from her fairy bed and goes into their room  to see if her nightmare is real or not. The two angels are still sleeping in their beds and Fizzle, the little one, is still sucking on his paw. She smiles and thinks that she's being silly imagining all these bad things. She goes outside to say hello to the neighbours and maybe she will hear the latest gossip from the old mushroom ladies who hang around next to her house. 

      Stepping outside she is astonished. It is the most beautiful morning she had ever seen. The beetles are dancing in the air with the butterflies and the ladybirds. The trees are clapping with their green branches. The sun smiles while gently caressing her face...Oh, what a morning!

       Dancing through the forest she goes to the bee hive to ask the bees for some honey. They fill a small pot for her. She dips her fingers in the honey and tastes it. It is delicious and sweet and it's like the whole flavors of the forest are trapped in the honey. And then she remembers the weird feeling she had when she opened her eyes today. And the certitude she had about it. She was wrong. She breathes relieved and smiles back at the sun thinking again how lucky she is and how wonderful her fairy life is. Maybe tomorrow Fizzle won't suck on his paw anymore. Maybe tomorrow the sun will shine brighter. She cannot wait for tomorrow because until then she still has today.

Sometimes the bad things are all in our head. Sometimes we make them so big only by using our most beautiful gift- our imagination. It can work both ways for us. It's all about control. By playing with it we learn to control it. It's really simple!