The Faerie Tree
"Oh Jaesythe, oh Jaesythe, won't you let me come in?" Cerise hovered, as was proper, in front of her cousin's birrie.
A voice from inside called, "What is it fair cousin? Tell me what thou seekest, and I shall help thee in it."
No welcome. Well that aroused her suspicions —not that she'd been free of them before she came. Her gossamer wings fluttered fast, keeping her aloft. The birrie —suspended from mid-way up this great oak tree between two stout branches, was very substantial. it was probably strong enough to hold a human —fairies of course had hollow bones in order that they might fly —which meant that birries could easily hold their weight. They were of course wood fairies, and very good ones too.
Jaesythe's birrie rocked alarmingly. What was her cousin doing in there?
It was just another ordinary day. The cocks announced the coming of dawn; farmer Stephan let out his cattle,