Everyone come come and gather round. Let me tell you a story of long ago. Of our ansesters and of our blood brothers and sisters. The story goes, of one 15 year-old girl who danced with fairies. The fairies had told her that troubled tims were coming along, and she had to hide the fairies from society. She hide them away inthe trees, and she had to live a boring society-filled life until one of the of the littles fairies came to her house and said:"Run home!" and she called her Dance-with-Fairies. Dance-with-Fairies ran home to find her mother and father lieing on the couch, and she saw her mother's and father's spirit flying out the window. "Come back!" She called. Her mother waved and her father whisperd "Come child, fly with us, let your spirit be free." So she left her body left to the societly and her spirit danced with the fairies again. "Your soul is free!" Said her mother. They all danced until they could dance no more, with their souls flying with the wind. This is an old story my father had once told me. This story tells of our spirit, that is trapped yet inside us, and we need to let it out and fly with the wind.
