Faery's Tale Deluxe - Etud
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A Pooka’s <strong>Tale</strong><br />
His pumpkinish head downcast, his misshapen toes pointed inward like a<br />
pigeon’s, Gimlock the pooka moped through the forest, brooding on the<br />
day’s events. Thanks to his gift of second sight, he knew in advance that<br />
his hundredth birthday would be his worst ever. And he’d had some pretty<br />
awful birthdays, let me tell you.<br />
This one, however, took the cake. He had only three friends at his party, and he had<br />
warned them that they would all get into trouble trying to save a little blond-haired girl<br />
from being kidnapped by two dark faeries and a troll. His pixie friend Willow would fall<br />
into a monster’s nest. The brownie, Katria, would be swept away by a raging stream. And<br />
Flynn the sprite was bound for a hag’s cookpot.<br />
It was terrible, terrible, with no way out. And Gimlock wasn’t just thinking that because<br />
his powers as a seer allowed him to predict only bad outcomes. After sitting down to drink<br />
a cup of tea all by himself on his birthday, he read the leaves at the bottom. There he saw<br />
that he could save his friends if only he had an egg, a rope, and a bag of water. But he<br />
didn’t have an egg, a rope, or a bag of water, so all three of them were doomed! O woe,<br />
thought Gimlock.<br />
He walked for a long time, until he heard big footsteps coming. He hid and saw that it<br />
was the girl, Portia, he’d seen in his vision. Wonder of wonders, she was safe! He took a<br />
chance and called up at her.<br />
“Portia!” he said, “You don’t know me, and I am very ugly and you probably don’t want<br />
to look at me, but…”<br />
She loomed over him and, with the tip of her finger, tousled his matted hair. “You must<br />
be Gimlock. My brownie friend, Katria, told me all about you. Your friends helped me get<br />
away but now they’re in trouble.”<br />
Gimlock clucked his tongue. “It’s no use. To save them I need an egg, a rope, and a bag<br />
of water. And I have none of those things.”<br />
“I have this,” said Portia, and she produced a boiled egg from her pocket. “I’m hungry<br />
but I didn’t want to eat it because the boggart gave it to me. And everybody knows humans<br />
shouldn’t eat faery food.”<br />
“Right you are,” said Gimlock. She gave it to him, and he struggled not to be bowled<br />
over by it.<br />
Together they walked back to her home. She said the whole adventure was like a bad<br />
dream, especially the part where the boggart shrunk her down to faery size. She’d returned<br />
to normal after he ran away from her.<br />
They reached the spot where Willow had fallen into a hole, just like the vision had<br />
predicted. The goblin was gone, but Willow was still trapped, her foot ensnared by a root.<br />
She was about to be eaten by a monster: the hole was the nest of a garter snake.<br />
Portia could not normally talk to animals, but the shrinking magic had funny side effects.<br />
She took the egg, leaned over the hole, and said, “Hey, snake. You can’t eat my friend. I’ll<br />
give you this tasty egg instead.”<br />
The snake readily agreed, but the little girl drove a hard bargain. “And what’s that in your<br />
nest there? A piece of rope?”<br />
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