We have a clump of trees in our back yard that we call the Enchanted Forest; this is where our fairies live, asleep all day and alive all night. She’d been circling our house for days, waiting for my six year old’s tooth, dangling by mere threads, to fall out.
When the time came she swooned in, leaving a wide-eyed child full of wonder and a great story, evidenced by four crystals (and a dollar) in a shiny sac! A little bag of magic! ***