The Little People

In Scotland there was a small child. Abandoned. Alone. Without her mother she felt out of place, out of sorts. But living in the mountain there was a wee little cottage made of moss and grass. In it there lived a very,very, small person. It was about 6 inches tall and was rather charming to look at, if only it would let itself be looked at. A woman with long, red hair, a flowing green gown, and a pert,wee little face. The woman's name was Grisie. Born right out of the ground she lived on little bits of vegetation. The wee small creature was gathering nuts for her supper when she spotted the tiny child. She never felt the way about any other human before so why should she change now? She crept towared it and said ever so sweetly, "What happened, dear Child?" The child looked up startled at the tiny voice. "Me mither died and I have no where to bed down...." she broke down into a sob. The little lady said," Come with me, my child. I have a place where you can stay." The little lady took the girl's hand and led her to a small cave next to her cottage. "Sleep weel, my bairnie, sleep. The lang, lang shadows creep, The fairies play on the munelicht brae An' the stars are on the deep.... Codladh sámh. Good Night."