“Everything is not as it appears, you know.”
“What?” I mumble, somewhat hypnotized by the rippling sunlight reflecting off the churning waters of the stream as it rushes past me.
“Take this narrow stream, for example,” says Tom, a doll-sized Brownie man standing next to me. “In our realm, this is not a narrow stream, but a wide, roaring river.”
I see then that the stream has become a wide, roaring river, with Brownie and Bree Folk and small Merpeople swimming in its fast moving waters. Somehow the swimmers avoid being struck by small Faerie boats built of leaf and wood, some with wind-filled sails and others powered by oars, which move quickly in the fast current down the river.
Hearing creaking noises, I look up to see a Gnome family walking behind a two-wheeled cart drawn up the steep hill by a brown and white pony. The cart is filled with orange pumpkins. A Gnome man with dark hair and a long dark beard is leading the pony up the hill by reins attached to a collar around the pony’s neck. I notice there is no bit in the pony’s mouth, but the pony calmly follows behind the Gnome man, moving up the hill with just a simple tug of the reins on its collar.
Behind the cart walk three small children, two blonde-haired little girls and a dark-haired little boy. Their job appears to be to keep the pumpkins from tumbling out of the cart. Walking behind the children, I see a beautiful, blonde-haired Gnome woman. They seem to be aware of my attention, for they all turn and wave at me. I wave back, and then they vanish.
I find the roaring river has again turned back into a narrow, sunlight-filled stream. I feel a tug on my pants leg. Looking down, I see Deirdre, Tom’s lovely wife, smiling up at me. “I think your human realm is slowly fading away. Soon, within the next few years, your world will be less real than ours, and humans will have to learn to be happy in our world. With God’s help, they will manage somehow.”
The wind suddenly blew hard, swirling leaves around me, and Tom and Deirdre were gone.