It felt almost like the wind had been knocked

It felt almost like the wind had been knocked out of George when he heard the news.

But not quite. George was still windy enough to blow a dandelion clock high into the sky that summer's afternoon before the news was confirmed and we all knew nothing could be the

done about the gradual decline in George's bluster. When his rocker finally stopped rocking the pistils of honey valley flew at half mast, but the seeds of the last dandylion drift

ed high into the jet stream, carrying the essence of his bluster within them. After a long journey the dandelion seeds gently settled on a vegetable garden near Hîncești, Moldova.

and a dandelion tuft bed. She was happy to have her Moldovian garden bloom. Then the allergies hit. Saddened by the flaw she sought the sound medical advise of Dr. Goodfeel who per

fected the allergy removal surgery just two short years ago. She was determined to truly experience the aura of a Moldovian garden before her old age would have her wither away.

She found a family of fairies living there and ate with them daily. The mother made the most delicious cold cucumber soup, right there under the garden. Their house was quite

opposite the usual fairy house.Instead of tree bark, soft moss & tiny flowers, it was made from empty Gatorade bottles,chain link fencing & duct tape.Their home may have been crude

in the Precambrian Period but they had moved up to subterranean since then. The Big Folk no longer needed them and the faeries never needed the Big Folk. Blood will do. Blood will.