She runs in circles and twirls and dances, faster and faster until she falls on the lawn giggling and laughing. All the fairies and pixies clap and cheer loudly as the darkness is pushed back.
Dressed in a blue princess dress, edged in silver and covered with iridescence that flashes and sparkles with every twirl catching the sunlight, She is the bravest and most beautiful of the fairy princesses. The little princess gets up and dances again in celebration of her victory. Her joy bubbling up and out as she sings and laughs. Then running back and forth between the trees, she invites the puppies to join her. They chase her back and forth and round and around until they are as dizzy as she and as she lays on the grass they tumble on top of her licking her face while she squeals with delight.
The butterflies join in. Soon the birds of the field and the squirrels and chipmunks are a part of the party. There is lots of chattering and hurrahing. The west wind blows softly and the flowers dance in celebration
The two women on the porch smile indulgently as they look out in the yard. Of course being mere mortal, they can only see a little girl wearing a Cinderella dress over her camouflage shirt, embroidered jeans and Dora tennis shoes. They neither hear nor see the pixies and the fairies. They cannot see the dancing flowers or understand that all the creatures are a part of this gathering. They did not understand that danger was near.
“I thought we were supposed to have thunderstorms this afternoon.”
“The weatherman must have been wrong.”
Its sad that they could not see or understand, but I was looking through the upstairs window and I saw her dancing.