Henry woke up, and, for a second at least, was totally confused he seemed to be laying under some kind of strange white, china dome and was surrounded by the same herby smell that filled the kitchen when his Nan and Mum would sit for hours drinking tea and gossiping about, well whatever it was they gossiped about. Then it all came rushing back, he’d taken shelter under the coffee cup with a tea bag pillow in order to actually get some rest for his very important mission. But before we go into that it may be helpful to back track a little bit.
See Henry was not your average 14 year old boy and all of this started when he was just 5 years old, when his mum had left his Dad and moved them both out to the country, to his Nan’s house. Well on his second day in the house he’d been out exploring the huge and over grown garden and had been convinced he’d seen a fairy, or a pixie, or possibly a nymph of some description. Yes don’t worry, Henry knows how crazy this sounds, which is why as he got older he stopped talking about it, but he knew he’d seen it and had spent years looking to find it again. He had written lots of diaries on the subject, recording all his observations as he knew that when he found the fairy he could prove that it was real and would become rich and famous in the scientific world. Or at least that’s what he thought until last night. Last night, after many close calls, he had finally found the fairy again, only it hadn’t exactly gone to plan. He’d imagined for years sneaking up on the fairy, or maybe spotting it from far away and calling to it, or attracting it with some kind of food or prize but, well, Henry is fairly clumsy, so after spotting a strange rustling in the undergrowth he proceeded to, rather than sneak up and investigate, fall head first over a some kind of root landing straight at the feet of a very small, but very angry looking little creature.
Now he wasn’t sure what exactly he’d been expecting but this certainly wasn’t it! It couldn’t have been more than 4 inches tall, human-ish in shape but leafy and thorny, and it’s skin resembled bark. And to say it was annoyed would have been an understatement! It wanted to know why Henry had been following it, taking photos of it’s trees and setting strange traps around the place, yet at the same time it seemed amused, laughing at strange intervals and appearing to talk to others that Henry couldn’t see. Now in his shocked state he’d tried to have a reasonable discussion with the creature but one thing led to another, there was some shouting, much of it from Henry and well, the creature had shrunk him and this just wasn’t going to do!
So here we are, Henry, kitted with some miniature weapons he’d once fashioned to give to the creature, was now going to try to find it, save his mouse (oh yes, I didn’t tell you about the mouse did I? Well there’s a mouse) and then convince it to change him back to his normal human size. Well let’s just hope he has a plan!
See Henry was not your average 14 year old boy and all of this started when he was just 5 years old, when his mum had left his Dad and moved them both out to the country, to his Nan’s house. Well on his second day in the house he’d been out exploring the huge and over grown garden and had been convinced he’d seen a fairy, or a pixie, or possibly a nymph of some description. Yes don’t worry, Henry knows how crazy this sounds, which is why as he got older he stopped talking about it, but he knew he’d seen it and had spent years looking to find it again. He had written lots of diaries on the subject, recording all his observations as he knew that when he found the fairy he could prove that it was real and would become rich and famous in the scientific world. Or at least that’s what he thought until last night. Last night, after many close calls, he had finally found the fairy again, only it hadn’t exactly gone to plan. He’d imagined for years sneaking up on the fairy, or maybe spotting it from far away and calling to it, or attracting it with some kind of food or prize but, well, Henry is fairly clumsy, so after spotting a strange rustling in the undergrowth he proceeded to, rather than sneak up and investigate, fall head first over a some kind of root landing straight at the feet of a very small, but very angry looking little creature.
Now he wasn’t sure what exactly he’d been expecting but this certainly wasn’t it! It couldn’t have been more than 4 inches tall, human-ish in shape but leafy and thorny, and it’s skin resembled bark. And to say it was annoyed would have been an understatement! It wanted to know why Henry had been following it, taking photos of it’s trees and setting strange traps around the place, yet at the same time it seemed amused, laughing at strange intervals and appearing to talk to others that Henry couldn’t see. Now in his shocked state he’d tried to have a reasonable discussion with the creature but one thing led to another, there was some shouting, much of it from Henry and well, the creature had shrunk him and this just wasn’t going to do!
So here we are, Henry, kitted with some miniature weapons he’d once fashioned to give to the creature, was now going to try to find it, save his mouse (oh yes, I didn’t tell you about the mouse did I? Well there’s a mouse) and then convince it to change him back to his normal human size. Well let’s just hope he has a plan!
=) Really enjoyed that, it was delightful.
ReplyDeleteLaughed out loud at "(oh yes, I didn’t tell you about the mouse did I? Well there’s a mouse)".
Reminded me of the Yeats poem 'The Stolen Child, crossed with 'The Borrowers' maybe a little 'Redwall' chucked in. I'VE REFERENCE SEVERAL PIECES OF LITERATURE.