Once just a tiny bit ago there lived a tiny girl in a tiny little clearing on a tiny little creek.

 This little tiny girl had a tiny little name, “TinyT”.  TinyT was only about two feet tall. Which is about as high as most peoples knees. TinyT may have been tiny yet she was ten years old.

Where she came from know one knows. Why a ten year old girl who is so very tiny should live alone in a small house is a mystery to me.

TinyT loves to talk unless you ask her too many questions. Like, “Where are you from?” or “Don’t you have a Mommy and Daddy?”

When someone try to ask her things like this she jumps up and runs to her little house and won’t come out for the rest of the day.

One day a yong man just 12years old was wlking upstream with his fishing pole on his shoulder, when he caught a glimpse of

such a tiny person running into the trees he just knew it was a fairy. The boy, whose name was Tony, came to a sudden stop staring at the place where he saw the fairy go. 

“I must be imagining things” Tony whispered to himself. When out of the corner of his eye he saw a tiny bit of movement, his heart seemed to stop then start up again like it was having a race.

Hmmmm.. thought Tony, maybe my eyes aaren’t playing tricks on me afterall. So Tony turned around with a shrug and said outloud “Tony now you stop imagining faires when you know they don’t really exist.” And then he spied a log on the bank of this tiny but beautifully clear little creek. It wasn’t but a few steps away so Tony said to himself, “Well lookie there thats a perfect place to sit and fish” Then just a little louder “Fairy or no Fairy I came to catch a fish or two for my dinne.r” “So I had better get started before it gets too late.”  So he sat down and pulled a small jar from his pocket which had some big fat worms in it and opened the jar picked out a worm and put it on his hook. Then Tony cast his line upstream and as it floated back down he reeled it in til it was just long enough to keep his bobber in the middle of the tiny creek.

Now Tony wasn’t watching his line instead he was listening for sounds from somewhere behind him.

Tony was a pretty smart young man and figured if he was patient enough who or what ever he saw just moments ago might get curious and show his mor herself.

                         To Be Continued