tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66870211972928034522023-11-15T10:52:25.722-08:00Is It Wrong To Keep A Fairy CaptiveI have a captive fairy I discovered in the woods behind Madison’s house. Strange things have been happening. I need your comments and any advice you can give. Thanks, Michael.Michael Rigdonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02956792964149555626noreply@blogger.comBlogger46125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687021197292803452.post-4730535387596089662021-04-21T21:19:00.003-07:002021-04-21T21:19:22.958-07:00Alive and well with the fairy<p> <span style="font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">It’s been several years now. Sorry I left everyone hanging. I suppose you’re wondering what happened to me, or more likely what’s become of Bonnie. I still have the fairy. She’s my best friend. She never did go back to the Fairy Realm and seems content here with me. She’s doing fine, although we have had some further encounters with other fairies, including her friend Ginny.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I took Bonnie away and we lived with an aunt and uncle while I went to college in another state. Things worked out okay for my Mom and she didn’t lose the house. The Unger problem kind of resolved itself. Most bad people self-implode on their own, in time. Major Unger’s wife divorced him and tore up the contract he had with my mom in the process. He was transferred away by the military and has been out of our lives ever since. Mom has remarried, in the temple, and seems happy. Even Brian has settled down, he works in construction and is doing surprisingly well. Reggie went to the same college as I and studied Aerospace Engineering. He’s turned into a bona fide nerd and has remained a true friend over the years. Madison and I have had an off and on relationship. For a while she was my girlfriend and we almost got married. We keep in touch. She still tells me what to do. She’s a good friend too.</span></p><span id="docs-internal-guid-1a8fadd9-7fff-940e-62b1-9aa042ce2686"><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">You would not believe the adventures Bonnie and I have been through over the years. I’m thinking of putting together another blog or ebook to tell all about it. Maybe more than one, I have so much I could tell. I really appreciate all the advice you all gave during the early days, after I first found the fairy, when I really had no idea what to do with her. We’ve had such fun together over the years. I could fill a whole book with stories from our college days. I got to play a little more football and we had some incredible misadventures on campus. Life is never dull with a fairy in your pocket. After college we spent some time travelling around the world. We made contact with some strange fairies in Wales and had the time of our lives, and almost lost our lives.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Now I’m working as a paramedic/firefighter and I enjoy the excitement. I have a new girlfriend and I’m thinking things could get serious. She doesn’t know about the fairy yet, I’m waiting for the right time to tell her. Not sure how she’s going to take it, but I would never give up my fairy, so I’ve been stalling. Madison does not approve. She doesn’t think I should get involved with any girl that I don’t feel comfortable confiding with about the fairy. But what does Madison know? Too bad Madison broke up with me, the fairy really really likes her. Oh well, Madison’s loss.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">So that’s all for now. Look for further blogs or ebooks. And don't worry about me, I’ll figure it all out and manage. I always do. We’re all good.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> Till later,</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> Michael</span></p><div><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></div></span>Michael Rigdonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02956792964149555626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687021197292803452.post-59108636495824122822013-02-03T20:16:00.004-08:002013-02-03T20:16:35.137-08:0033. Please call me<br />
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;"> Hey
Michael, it’s me – Madison. The one
you’ve been calling Madison in this Blog.
You know my real name. Where have
you been? We miss you. I miss you.
Do you still have the fairy? Hope
all is well with you.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;"> Can’t
believe you were keeping a Blog on all this stuff. Then again, I can hardly believe the events
described herein actually happened, but they did. To you Blog readers, I want to say -
everything Michael (not his real name either) has written in these Posts is
true, to the best of my knowledge anyway, although Michael’s perspective on events
is a bit different than how I would have described things.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;"> Michael,
don’t be mad at Westley (you know his real name). He told me about your Blog this morning, but
he didn’t give me the password or username.
I hacked in to make this Post. It
wasn’t hard to figure out. You could have
come up with something a little more challenging. Going through your Blog Posts made for some
interesting reading. I didn’t know you
felt that way about me. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;"> So
where are you Michael? It’s been a week
since you disappeared with Bonnie. I
trust she’s fully recovered from her wounds by now. You brother and mom are well. If they know where you are they aren’t saying. I didn’t know of any other way to contact you,
so I’m trying your Blog and hoping you read this Post. I’m sure you will.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;"> Please
call me. I’m worried about you. Oh, and, I like you too.</span><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"> </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Love, Madison<o:p></o:p></span></div>
Michael Rigdonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02956792964149555626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687021197292803452.post-22198725631038084692013-01-29T19:56:00.002-08:002013-01-29T20:16:13.290-08:0032. Final struggle with the fairies<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>The
fairies did come for Madison’s little sister last night.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I’ll lay out everything that took place.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Nothing ever works out the way you planned
and hoped.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Don’t know what we’re going
to do now?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Don’t know there is anything
we can do. <o:p></o:p></span><br />
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fairies are coming for Amie tonight.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Bonnie is sure.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She told us the
fairies will make one last attempt to steal Madison’s little sister, tonight, and
then they’ll go home – with or without Amie.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>We’re ready.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Our friends are
helping.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>There’s no way the fairies can
get past us.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Bonnie said all we have to
do is make a strong showing, let their pixie scouts see we’re not leaving the
little girl alone, even for a second – and then they’ll abort and go home
without her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Bonnie explained <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>told us, the fairies won’t dare waste this
opportunity to get home with their prince, conditions are not often right for a
crossing between worlds.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They’ll take
their prince back to the realm of fairies and be gone.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Bonnie is sure.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Taking care of a human-sized fairy is not as easy as one might assume, definitely more of a challenge than a tiny fairy, which is easy to hide, which a person can whisk out of sight at a moment’s notice and put in one’s pocket.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It’s kind of hard to hide a full-sized girl.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Especially one that’s easily excitable and one that doesn’t know how to behave herself.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>I woke up ahead of the fairy that first morning after taking her home again, only now in human form, and I leaped out of bed and looked to the closet, worried it had all been a dream, my only thought to check and make sure she was still safe.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I half expected she would be gone again.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So I dressed quickly and jerked open the closet door.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I didn’t even knock.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Much to my relief, she was there, curled up in a tight little ball, sleeping on the floor snuggled in a nest of blankets, one draped over her delicate, but now very large form.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She was still wearing the black gothic clothes she’d been given by Winter, all but the combat boots, which were the first thing she’d kicked off last night when we got home and up to my room.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Funny, when she was tiny it was easy to think of her as my fairy; not like a pet, but still like something that belonged to me. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Now that she’s full grown girl size, I can’t think of her that way anymore.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She’s like a real person now.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Michael Rigdonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02956792964149555626noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687021197292803452.post-75177263935519209412013-01-23T13:48:00.003-08:002013-01-23T13:58:22.302-08:0029. Changeling powers<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Bonnie’s back.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My fairy’s come home at last, but she’s changed, and she’s in trouble.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Apparently, no surprise really, fairies have powers I hadn’t encountered, as if I ever really understood fairies - changeling powers.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Bonnie came back to me in the only way could, and still maintain her honor.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She had to change herself, she had to transform herself, so that she was no longer a fairy, so to speak, since I told her that I never wanted to see a fairy again.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So Bonnie changed herself into something different.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She did it for my sake.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So she could come back to me, and at great risk to herself, for I think maybe now she can never go home, never return to her own kind in the realm of fairies.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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Michael Rigdonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02956792964149555626noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687021197292803452.post-23725132964289161432013-01-18T21:08:00.001-08:002013-01-18T21:13:55.764-08:0028. Stubborn fairy<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Still
no sign of the fairy.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I’m worried for
her safety. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Poor little Bonnie. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She might be hiding in the house. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I want to hope so anyway, but I haven’t seen
her, and with each passing day it seems more unlikely.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She has a talent for going unobserved when
she wants too, and she’s very clever.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Once,
at Unger’s house, I saw her cross a room full of people without being seen,
like she was invisible, only she wasn’t.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>She has an uncanny talent for knowing when people are looking her
way.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>At school once, she flew along the
ceiling of a crowded classroom in Chem Lab without being noticed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So she might be here, in the house, without
my knowing it.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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Michael Rigdonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02956792964149555626noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687021197292803452.post-76277925770616594742013-01-15T20:46:00.002-08:002013-01-15T20:54:30.425-08:0027. Madison helps me look for the fairy<br />
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haven’t seen Bonnie for several days now and I’m worried. I regret making her leave. I have no idea what’s become of her of if
I’ll ever see her again. I heard an owl
outside my bedroom window last night and had to wonder what perils Bonnie might
be facing. She’s afraid of owls. She has no place to go. The other fairies expelled her from their
company. She’s not welcome among her own
kind. This house was her only safe haven
in all this world, and I chased her away. There are gnomes about that would love to put
an end to her life. It was stupid of me.
I told Bonnie I would protect her, and
then I cast her out. I feel like I’ve
betrayed her. So, reluctantly, I went to
see Madison, hoping she might have been contacted by the little fairy.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Michael Rigdonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02956792964149555626noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687021197292803452.post-91527526592316646732013-01-13T06:49:00.000-08:002013-01-13T06:55:04.767-08:0026. Good-bye to the fairy<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"> I
had to ask the fairy to leave. So now my
little fairy’s gone and I’ll probably never see her again. Poor Bonnie.
I really had no choice. To think
the fairies were trying to steal Madison’s baby sister. And still are!! They want to kidnap little Amie and take her
away to the realm of fairies. The whole
idea sickens me. I thought fairies were
supposed to be good. It’s horrible to
contemplate. What would Amie’s parents
think? Never to see their little girl
again! They would be grief
stricken. And what would happen to Amie
in the world of fairies? Who would raise
her? Would she ever see her own kind
again? What would they do with her? I don’t want to even think about it. What makes this whole mess even more
reprehensible, the fairy prince is planning to involve me in their nefarious
plot. He thinks I could be a big help to
them. He thinks I will carry Amie away
from the safety of her home and into the woods for them. They must be mad.</span><br />
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Michael Rigdonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02956792964149555626noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687021197292803452.post-88713896972484100552013-01-12T06:44:00.000-08:002013-01-13T06:47:39.343-08:0025. Shocking revelations from the fairy<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"> The
fairy just told me the most astonishing tale.
I don’t know what to think, or how to react. For the first time in my life, I’m at a total
loss. It’s all too much to comprehend or
make sense of. I have to think. I have to write this down and get it
out. I have to get my thoughts
straight. I don’t know what I’m going to
do? Everything has changed now. Everything!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;"> I
was leaving town. I was taking Bonnie with
me and leaving. We were all packed and
had left the house. We were out of here. My trusty old Mustang was loaded and full of
gas. I stopped at church to find Westley
and bid my friends one last goodbye. That
was my mistake. It would have been
better if we hadn’t stopped. Then I
would have remained in ignorance. Then I
could have left with a free conscious.
Then I would still love my little fairy.
Now I can’t leave. I don’t dare.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Michael Rigdonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02956792964149555626noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687021197292803452.post-20737669371381553712013-01-08T12:11:00.001-08:002013-01-09T11:33:23.950-08:0024. Advise from a witch<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: 22.5pt 6.5in;">
<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Ms Weaverspell wasn’t the only one that learned about the fairy last Friday.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I didn’t think things could get any worse, with her talking of alerting National Geographic, publishing her findings to the world, even trying to get me to leave the fairy in her safe keeping, insisting she’s only trying to help – right!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Little did I know.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Before the day was over several others, with far more nefarious motives, also became aware of the fairy.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So many in fact, I’ve become convinced my only recourse is to take the little fairy and run.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I’m leaving home.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Mom and Brian will have to manage on their own.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I really have no other options available.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I’ll be leaving in the morning.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>After that disastrous encounter with Ms Weaverspell in chem lab, I took the fairy and got out of school quick, cutting across a large grassy slope towards the lower lots where I parked my Mustang.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>As I neared the car, I saw trouble.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Goths were congregating in the vicinity of my car and were in way.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was obvious they weren’t just loitering there, they were waiting for me, with one of them even leaning against the driver’s door, casually smoking a cigarette like in defiance of the world, the big guy with spiky blonde hair.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I don’t know how they get away with smoking on school grounds, definitely against school policy, and maybe even a misdemeanor, but no one seems to hassle them, and it’s obvious they’re smoking more than just cigarettes on some days.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Michael Rigdonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02956792964149555626noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687021197292803452.post-20362402076734148802013-01-05T19:39:00.003-08:002013-01-09T11:30:02.386-08:0023. Fairy believers<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"> We’ve been discovered. Madison told Ms Weaverspell about the fairy and she believed her. Can you believe that? A chemistry teacher no less? It amazes me how many people are willing to believe in fairies - even though they’ve never seen a fairy, never heard a fairy, never witnessed any evidence at all that fairies exist, never even known anyone that has seen nor heard a fairy; and yet they’re willing to believe in them. I think some people just want to believe. They long for the unseen, the mystical, the exotic; things that transcend the monotony of normal everyday life or the harshness of cold reality, something exciting and magical, something to ponder with wonder and feel good about. We all feel that way to some degree. I’m convinced a good number of people would be willing to believe in anything, if given any evidence at all - fairies, gnomes, leprechauns, elves, dwarves, vampires, ghosts, aliens, or whatever. Now it’s going to be nearly impossible for me to keep the fairy a secret.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"> As if things weren’t bad enough already, I surely didn’t need added troubles. Things were already spiraling out of control - with gnomes staging raids on my house, being watched by hostile fairy warriors, the fairy prince planning some type of secret mind control mission with me as an unwilling ally, crows and rats infesting the area, Mom becoming increasingly suspicious, my enemy Major Unger breathing down my neck, my friends Madison and Westley becoming increasing worried, and my little fairy making hints that something big and awful is about to happen, which I don’t doubt.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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Michael Rigdonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02956792964149555626noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687021197292803452.post-65431669120953041802013-01-03T20:12:00.001-08:002013-01-03T20:51:33.409-08:0022. Portal to the fairy realm<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"> Something
bad’s about to happen. I have that
feeling. Something bad with regards to
my fairy. We haven’t seen any more of
the gnomes since their attack, nor had any further visits by belligerent
warrior fairies or jealous pixies, but I’ve spotted rats in the yard, hiding in
the bushes and hedges, watching, waiting - like they’re keeping us under
surveillance. And crows too, always crows
about during the daylight hours, in the trees, on the street lights, on the
roof of our house, cawing and fussing and watching us with cocked heads. Something is about to break and the waiting
is hard to take. The fairy prince wants
my help with his expedition. What and
how and I have no idea, and Bonnie’s not saying. The stress weighs heavy. Something big is coming.</span><br />
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Michael Rigdonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02956792964149555626noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687021197292803452.post-43089293482289010482012-12-23T08:00:00.001-08:002013-01-03T20:41:12.433-08:0021. Gnome attack<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"> </span><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"> </span><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;">The
attack came at dusk.</span><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"> </span><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;">I thought we were
safe but hadn’t expected gnomes.</span><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"> </span><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;">I’d
gone to great trouble, with the help of my own loyal fairy, Bonnie, and together
we secured the house against attack from hostile fairies, thinking airborne,
and had locked all windows, repaired all the screens, inspected the roof, and
thoroughly checked the attic for points of entry along the eaves.</span><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"> </span><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;">Who would have suspected an attack from the ground,
from burrowing gnomes, and their subterranean allies, the rats?</span><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"> </span><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;">Bonnie and I were caught totally off
guard.</span><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"> </span><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;">Gnomes and rats entered the house
in large numbers through the basement.</span><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;">
</span><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;">Their target was my fairy, and they waited patiently for the ideal
circumstance and situation, a day and time with a minimum of humans in the
house.</span><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"> </span><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;">My brother Brian was off to play
in a band concert and Mom had gone to watch.</span><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;">
</span><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;">None of my friends were over to visit, not even Westley.</span><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"> </span><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;">And I would even have welcomed Madison’s
presence.</span><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"> </span><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;">Unfortunately, I was the only
one in the house to protect Bonnie from the gnomes.</span><br />
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rats came in first, dozens of them. Earlier
that morning Gnomes had discovered an entry into the house, an exhaust vent that
led to our clothes dryer in the basement.
Gnomes immediately propped the outlet open and sent for their nefarious rodent
allies. Rats were ordered into the vent
and hastily scurried along inside the round plastic exhaust venting, in through
the house siding and down into the basement, and all the way to the dryer, where
they chewed through the plastic venting and dropped onto the cement basement
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Michael Rigdonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02956792964149555626noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687021197292803452.post-58785294614443682412012-12-19T18:44:00.001-08:002012-12-19T20:38:43.950-08:0020. Fairy dust mind control<span style="font-size: x-small;"><o:p><span style="font-size: small;">
</span><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Big
problems.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I woke up this morning
outside, sprawled in the grass in the backyard behind Madison’s house, and have
no idea how I got here.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The fairies had
something to do with it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I remember
going to bed last night like normal, at least everything seemed normal.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I slept through the entire night with no
disturbances, no dreams that I recall, no sleepwalking that I’m aware of, no
interruptions to my sleep at all; but when I woke up, with the sun on my face
and actually feeling refreshed and well rested, there I was, out in the grass
at the far end of Madison’s backyard near the little ponds and waterfall, right
by the woods, and there I was wearing nothing but my pajamas.<o:p></o:p></span></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Thing have been quiet the past few
days.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I’ve been avoiding Unger, ever
since that day the fairy dropped his binoculars in the toilet and tied his shoe
laces together causing him to fall down the stairs.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Which he deserved, after we caught him
peeping at my mom getting undressed for a shower.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We got Unger back good, unfortunately he saw
the fairy, in plain view.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He’s called
the house several times and tried demanding I speak with him, but I refused to
take the phone and he eventually quit calling.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I think he’s trying to verify what he saw before taking action, which is
understandable, it must be hard to believe.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>So we’re okay for a while, but we have to be extra careful.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He’s still spying on us, only now he’s mostly
watching me rather than my mom.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We
haven’t heard any more from the fairy prince, nor seen any of the other fairies
about, which saddens Bonnie, but I think is also a relief.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It is to me for sure.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Madison hasn’t been making any more demands
on us, and even comes to visit and play with the fairy occasionally.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Westley comes by almost daily and has learned
to keep his mouth shut.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Brian’s been
let in on our secret.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He’s enchanted
with the fairy and has dropped any plans for leveraging the fairy for financial
profit.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>No one else has seen the fairy,
that I know of.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I’ve been keeping her
pretty much confined to the house.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She’s
been getting restless though, and today I agreed to take her with me to school
again.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Life can get interesting when you
have a fairy to take care of.<o:p></o:p></div>
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got home from the hospital. I thought
there might be problems getting my fairy away from Madison; but she brought the
little fairy right over. Unfortunately
we’ve had a run in with Unger and he’s seen the fairy. We caught Unger peeping at my mom and were
playing a little prank to extract some revenge, but it didn’t go well. Not sure how good a look he got. Maybe I can convince him it was just his
imagination, or a toy action figure, or a Barbie doll. Right, one that moves, and has wings, and can
fly. Not likely. More and more people are becoming aware of
the fairy and I don’t know how much longer I’ll be able to keep her
secret. Unger is mad and he is no friend.</span><br />
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stuck in this hospital.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I need to get
home to take care of the fairy.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The wait
is killing me, and the continuous noise from this stupid TV in my room is
driving me crazy.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My current roommate
plays it continuously, says it helps him deal with his pain and
discomfort.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Who am I to deny a sick
person his distractions from pain and suffering?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I have an email from Madison.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The fairy gave her a description of all the
fairies in their expedition and it’s fascinating to read and contemplate.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I’m so bored.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Madison has the fairy at her house.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I can’t imagine how Madison’s managed to keep
the little fairy hidden all this time, considering all the people that live
there – her parents, six sisters, and a whole slew of pets.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Madison</st1:place></st1:city>
shares a bedroom with Hannah, who keeps a small boa constrictor named Slytherin
in an aquarium right in the same room.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They
have other pets in the house too.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Madison</st1:place></st1:city> says their dog Hunter
likes the fairy, but they have to keep the cat Smoke well away.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Apparently the fairy is fascinated with their
parrot, Long John Silver, who lives in Nicole and Amie’s room.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I’m not surprised, the fairy described to me
once how fairies domesticate birds and have a special affinity for them.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Some types are even used as mounts back in
the Fairy Realm.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Apparently the fairy
really likes it in Nicole and Amie’s room.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Beside the parrot, the little girls have a large multi-story doll house
that Mr. Renard built and they’ve been passing down from sister to sister, and it
keeps getting bigger and bigger as their dad adds rooms and they buy more doll
furnishings.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It used to be Madison’s originally.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She’s the oldest.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Madison only lets the fairy play in the doll
house when she can keep a close eye on her and no one else is about.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The fairy is just the right size and fits in
different rooms just like a live Barbie Doll.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I need to get home and get the fairy away from Madison before she
totally corrupts her.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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since her return.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We’ve been out searching
for the other fairies, and we found them.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>It might have been better if we hadn’t.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>They’re not very nice, some of them are dangerous, and they’re not happy
with my fairy, nor with me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I’m writing
this post from my bed in the hospital.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I
was injured fighting with the fairies.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Bonnie was also hurt.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She’s with
Madison now but her wings have been clipped and she can’t fly.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And she’s been disowned by the other fairies!<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>The fairy’s gone.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I can’t find her anywhere.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I’ve searched the house and she's not here.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I think its Brian’s fault. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She might have overheard him suggesting we
sell her for money.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It might have scared
her and caused her to run away.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I wish I
knew where she was.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She might be in some
kind of trouble or danger.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I’ve got to
find her.<o:p></o:p></span></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Last night we were playing a game with
ping pong balls.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The fairy was hovering
in front of my bedroom window and I was trying to toss ping pong balls past her
to bounce off the window panes.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Her goal
was to try and block my throws, and she was proving very nimble.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She can move fast for her size and would
laugh merrily every time she got one before it bounced off the window.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Any balls I tossed at or below her position,
she would swoop over and bat them away with no trouble.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was only the ones that I tried to throw
over her head that sometimes got through.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Gravity makes it harder for her to climb than to dive.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Then we stumbled upon something suspicious.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I threw one lazy toss at the extreme upper right
corner of the window.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She got there with
great exertion and batted at it with both hands, knocking the ping pong ball further
up and onto my bookshelves. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Laughing, she
flew after the ball to retrieve it, and that’s when we noticed something new on
the bookshelves.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“What this, Michael?”
the fairy pointed to a small gray device with a flashing red LED, which had been
covered by a small strip of black electrical tape, but through which you could
still see a faint red glow.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>I jumped up on a chair to take a closer look.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was a small PC camera, like what you might
attach via a USB cord to laptops or PC monitors that don’t have built in
cameras.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was round, gray, had an oval
lens in the front, the taped over LED power-on light, and a thin, gray, round cord.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“What in the world?” I marveled, as I pulled
the cord out from under some books where it had been strung out of view. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The cord ran along the length of the shelf,
behind more books, to a spot where it was spliced into a second longer cord, which
extended up the corner of my room and disappeared into a tiny hole in the
ceiling. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I jerked the two cords apart,
disconnecting the camera from its source.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>It had to be Brian.</span></span><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"> To read all this post go to Page 15 in the Table of Contents on your right</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"> or this link: All of <a href="http://captivefairy.blogspot.com/p/15-fairys-missing.html">Post 15</a></span>Michael Rigdonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02956792964149555626noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687021197292803452.post-75437950481782913802012-11-26T17:51:00.000-08:002012-11-26T20:00:32.363-08:0014. How I captured a fairy<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>I learned some interesting things about fairies
today.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The fairy was asking me all kinds
of stuff about my personal life, her curiosity knows no bounds, so I decided it
was only fair she answer a few questions in return.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Not that I haven’t asked before - things like
whether or not there are other fairies to be found in the woods behind
Madison’s house, where fairies come from, what she was doing there that night I
found her, are there boy fairies, etc., etc., etc. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The fairy always puts me off whenever I want
to talk about her, and again she adamantly refused to discuss anything with
regards to fairies.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She loves any
opportunity to talk, but only about me, and the things she sees in my room or
on TV or out the window.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Questions about
her or other fairies get nowhere.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She conveniently
acts dumb, or withdrawn, and sometimes even turns and walks away.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She’s even laid herself down and pretended to
fall instantly sleep.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I never wanted to
push her and didn’t feel any great need to know those things anyway.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I’m just happy to have her with me and don’t
want to make her feel uncomfortable.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I
figured she’d tell me when she was ready, and apparently today she was.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"> To read all this post go to Page 14 in the Table of Contents on your right</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"> or this link: All of <a href="http://captivefairy.blogspot.com/p/blog-page_26.html">Post 14</a></span>Michael Rigdonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02956792964149555626noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687021197292803452.post-35069880070298061372012-11-15T16:04:00.000-08:002012-11-15T21:00:39.310-08:0013. The fairy disrupted chem lab at school<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: 22.5pt 6.5in;">
<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>I don’t know how the fairy managed to sneak into my car, totally unnoticed by Westley and me?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I don’t know how we missed seeing her on the drive to school or walking in to class?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I don’t know how she got into my backpack?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I didn’t hear a peep out of her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I didn’t feel a thing.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I had no idea she was anywhere but safely back home in my bedroom, engrossed in the TV, or some magazine, or spying on my mom, or some other innocent activity.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I didn’t discover she was with me until well into first period class, chemistry lab, after the bell had run and Ms. Weaverspell had launched into her lecture.</span></div>
<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"> To read all this post go to Page 13 in the Table of Contents on your right<br /> or this link: All of<a href="http://captivefairy.blogspot.com/p/blog-page_15.html"> Post 13</a></span>Michael Rigdonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02956792964149555626noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687021197292803452.post-4047380573635398062012-11-12T21:11:00.003-08:002012-11-12T21:24:26.115-08:0012. I took the fairy to church<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>The fairy asked if she could go to
school with me again this morning, as she does every morning, and again I tried
to tell her no, she couldn’t, bad idea.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I mean, it might sound like fun, but I knew no good would come of it,
and the chances of someone seeing her weren’t worth the risk.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Bonnie got all sad eyed and acted like I’d
hurt her feelings, and was being so unreasonable and looked like she might even
cry.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I shouldn’t have paid any attention,
no matter how hard she pleaded.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I
should’ve left her tucked safely away in my room with the doors and windows
locked and the TV on; but instead, I agreed to take her with me to scripture
study.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>For a trail run.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Scripture study lasts an hour and she
promised not to complain when I brought her home afterwards.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I told her that maybe, just maybe, if things
went extremely well at scripture study, I’d take her with me to school tomorrow.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Everything did seem to go smoothly, at first,
at scripture study anyway, she was on her best behavior.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>How was I to know she would then stowaway to
school in my backpack and cause such a commotion during Chemistry Lab?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"> To read all this post go to Page 12 in the Table of Contents on your right<br />
or this link: All of <a href="http://captivefairy.blogspot.com/p/blog-page_12.html">Post 12</a><br />
<o:p></o:p></span>Michael Rigdonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02956792964149555626noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687021197292803452.post-54586940377494360912012-11-07T17:31:00.004-08:002012-11-07T17:41:04.295-08:0011. A second fairy<br />
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Last night another little fairy gained
entry through the window and came into my room.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>This new fairy was seeking the little fairy I captured in the woods
behind Madison’s house a little over a month ago, whom I’ve become quite
attached too.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The two fairies were very
excited to see each other and after much hugging and rejoicing fell into an exuberant
discussion, in that melodious high pitched fairy language of theirs, but unfortunately
their reunion didn’t end well and they got into a huge fight before it was over.</span></div>
To read all this post go to Page 11 in the Table of Contents on your right<br />
or this link: All of <a href="http://captivefairy.blogspot.com/p/11-second-fairy.html">Post 11</a>Michael Rigdonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02956792964149555626noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687021197292803452.post-12489462485173451502012-11-02T21:32:00.003-07:002012-11-29T06:38:37.639-08:0010. Pixie power<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>There’re certain advantages to having a fairy on your side, especially one other people can’t see.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Bonnie was a great help to me this afternoon averting a near disaster with Major Unger, who has become more and blatant in his pursuit of my mother.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Bonnie saved us in fact.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>I’ve learned fairies have kind of a sixth sense for knowing which way people are looking and how to avoid being noticed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She’s quite good at darting about, even in plain sight, and not being seen.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I’ve been giving her free run of the house and neither Mom nor Brian has noticed her presence, even with her in the same room.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She likes to watch people and her curiosity is insatiable.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
To read all this post go to Page 10 in the Table of Contents on your right<br />
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