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The Squirrel and the Dragon: A Fantasy Short Story

Once upon a time, in a little cottage atop a tall tree in a little forest, there lived a little squirrel named Chestnut. Every morning, Chestnut loved to take her little basket and go on nature walks to collect little colorful flowers in the meadows. She would make bouquets and flower wreaths and sell them at the market square. But one day, when Chestnut went on a walk to collect more flowers, she found a big black hill blocking her way. The big black hill was very strange, because instead of being covered with green grass, it was covered in black scales that shimmered in the sunlight. Another strange thing about the big black hill was that it moved up and down, almost as if it were breathing. “I don’t know how this strange hill got here,” Chestnut said to herself. “But I’ll just climb over it.” Chestnut clambered up the big black hill. It was a little difficult, since it kept moving up and down, but thanks to her determination, Chestnut managed to reach the very top. “I did it!” Chest...

Dragonflies Are Pixies

The dragonflies I see fly around

In a small green field where dandelions abound.

Circling and diving in cool morning air

Dancing on and on without a care.


They could be after prey

Like the gnats that fly in the day

But I have some theories

One being that the dragonflies are really pixies


The pixies wear a magic disguise

As unassuming dragonflies

So that they can dance in plain sight

Of the dangerous humans without fright.


Pixies love to explore and dance

To flutter about and prance.

But they cannot do that in pixie form

Like in their world where it’s the norm.


If they didn’t wear disguises, 

They’d be captured in human vices

And be pinned in display cases

Like butterflies hung in people's living spaces.


So they hide in plain sight

And flutter about day and night.

Knowing most humans will leave them in peace

Most of their unease can cease.


So whenever I see a dragonfly

In groups or alone on the fly

I think, The pixies have come again today,

And happily go my way.

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