The Sensible History of Desmond and Genevieve-Chapters 1-3
Inside the hollow of the tallest tree
in the Wood, a very important meeting is taking place.
“Attention, everyone…ATTENTION!”
Queen Justine the Royal Awesome twitters,
and flies to the ceiling
of the Great Fairy Hall,
changing color above the room
until she becomes a very important lavender.
As she does this, the room quiets down,
lights flashing, giggles softening, sparkles settling
until the room falls into a soft yellow,
all eyes set upon the Queen.
Queen Justine the Royal Awesome flutters
her regal wings and floats back down to the Mushroom.
“Hmmm… That’s better.
As you all know,
this is a very important day in our kingdom.”
The room bubbles in agreement
and burps of glitter.
“Today, we will be sending our
youngest fairies to their Grand Tasks.
I am giddy and proud
to present three very pleasing
young pixies, who have shown
extraordinary spunk and drive
as they have grown, and are ready
for their next step in Fairy training.
My fairy court and I have decided
that each of their strengths
would best be served under the study
of other animals in our kingdom.
When their education is complete,
they will return to our kingdom
and share their knowledge
and continue to strengthen our fairy
Wood as the most cultured
and successful kingdom in the world!”
The room fills with cheers, hoots,
hollers and flashing bubbles of bright colors.
“ATTENTION!!!”
The room softens back to yellow.
“Ahem. The first pixie I’d
like to present is Belinda”
A tiny orb of lime green
dashes up to the Mushroom
and bounces with glee.
“Belinda, you are the busiest
of the pixies. You shall be spending
your time learning from our friends,
the bees, who are waiting to teach you
about community, prosperity,
and honey production.
A loud swarm of BUUUUUUUZZZZZ
circles the outside of the hall,
and in flies the Queen,
fuzzy and fat, who takes
her place next to Belinda.
“We are very happy to zzzzpend
thizzz time with you, my
zzzweet.” She buzzes.
Belinda bounces with glee.
“Go on, then, Belinda,”
Queen Justine prods her.
“Make us proud”
Belinda grins and flies off
with the Queen Bee, as the
loud buzzing from the outside
of the hall becomes softer.
“Our next pixie is known for her
trickery and love of pranks,
Farrah, will you please come out here?”
Farrah jumps out from underneath
the Mushroom, where she had been hiding,
taking Queen Justine by surprise.
“Oh! Dear me!”
Queen Justine jumps and flutters her wings.
“Tee hee hee,”giggles Farrah, “Gotcha!”
“Yes, yes, you did. Farrah,
we have decided to embrace
your playful spriteliness…”
Suddenly, the air in the hall
becomes sticky and hot, as a
large, dripping, gray nose
pushes itself into the doorway.
“By having you study
with our friends, the foxes.”
“Yippee!!!” Chirps Farrah, as
she flies to the nose and
settles herself on top, waving
as it pulls out of the doorway,
and the air becomes fresh again.
“Our final pixie can’t be
here today because…well…
Genevieve is an extraordinary pixie.
Extraordinary in size, that is.
She is also extraordinary in love
and concern, and has proven
to embrace adventure and danger.
Her Grand Task is the biggest
we have ever granted, and
will test her talents to the fullest degree.
In fact, she has already begun
her journey into the land of Giants.”
The room suddenly turned a most
interesting shade of bluish pink,
and murmurs began to
rise in concern and joy.
“Giants!”
“Genevieve!”
“Danger!”
“Fun”
The room explodes in bouncing orbs,
and flashing lights.
Queen Justine the Royal Awesome
leads the group out of the big hall,
in the hollow of the largest tree
in the enchanted wood
and to the mushroom circle where
they will spend the rest of the
day and night dancing in celebration
of Belinda, Farrah and, most of all,
brave Genevieve.
Chapter 2: Genevieve’s Journey
“Don’t be scared.”
Genevieve’s cousin Frances says.
“I’m not scared. I’m excited!
I have so much to learn.”
Giggles Genevieve as she packs
up the last of her glittery
dust into her traveling bag.
“You are grayish blue,
with white dots, Gen.
You can’t hide your colors.”
“Maybe I’m a little scared.”
It is an early spring morning.
The Dew sparkles on the tall grass
that waves to the baby leaf buds,
holding tightly to their trees.
Genevieve waves to the buds, too.
“Don’t worry, little ones,
when I return, you’ll be full sized,
and we’ll share stories of how
we got from one size to the next!”
“Good luck, Genny!” winks the buds.
“We’ll miss you!”
Genevieve flutters down to the Roots
and whispers, “Take good care of them.
Remember, the more water you store,
the longer they’ll live.”
“I will remember. Be careful out there,
Genevieve.” Roots grumbles in his deep voice.
“Ready?” Frances asks.
“Ready.”
“I will lead you to the edge
of the Wood, but that’s as
far as I can go. My body is
too small for all of the power
I would need to go any further.
You’re very lucky, Gen.”
Genevieve is a wonder to all
of the Fairies. Most of them measure
out to be an inch or maybe two,
but Genevieve is a full two feet,
six inches long! Never, in the
history of their Wood, has a
fairy grown so big! The Fairies
decided it was due to the size
of Genevieve’s large heart,
helpful nature and curiosity for adventure.
Most fairies like adventure, mind you,
and these fairies are driven by
the love in their heart.
But fairies also like to cause mischief,
and they are good at it because
they are so agile, small and smart.
But Genevieve prefers to make
friends and solve problems.
As she grew up, making friends
with everyone in the forest,
listening to problems and solving them,
her heart continued to grow,
and her body followed. Now
she is the largest fairy of all time,
and has the most power and
strength for adventure. She will now make
history, and enter the land of the Giants.
At the edge of the Wood, Frances
stops with a bright purple tear in his eye.
“The rest is up to you.”
“Take care of the Wood, Frances.”
Genevieve squeaks.
“I’ll be back when I’m ready.”
She flies out of the Wood,
and into her new adventure.
Chapter 3: Desmond
Desmond likes many things.
He likes straight lines and right angles.
When he walks, he carefully
steps over cracks in the sidewalk,
and turns corners in perfect 90
degree turns. He likes Vanilla
ice cream, if it’s not too sweet,
and his favorite lunch is tomato
soup and grilled cheese sandwiches,
cut into triangles. He likes to
make sense. His favorite words are
logic, careful and build.
Desmond doesn’t like things, too.
He doesn’t like loud voices.
He doesn’t like bullies.
He doesn’t like when his brother
tells him what to do. He doesn’t
like crowds of people.
He doesn’t like that his best friend
just moved away. Most of all,
he doesn’t like to feel alone.
Desmond has friends. He is very polite,
and easy to get along with. Andrew was
his best friend. Desmond misses him terribly.
He misses the games they used to play
and the funny stories Andrew told him.
He knows that he and Andrew will
be lifelong friends, and write each other
letters and emails, and that makes Desmond
feel better. But right now, Desmond feels sad
and lonely. That makes sense.
In order to feel better, Desmond is building a fort,
just outside the woods behind his house.
He is using tree branches that had fallen
during a big storm the night before.
He likes to build forts, but he misses Andrew,
and wishes he had some help
lifting the heavier branches.
“Desi!”
His Mom yells from the back porch.
“Dinner will be ready in 15 minutes!”
“Be there in a minute!” He calls back,
loudly enough that she can hear,
but not so loud that he
feels like he is shouting.
He tries to pick up the heaviest branch,
but loses his grip as it falls
to the ground with a heavy thud.
“Hello, do you need some help?”
a tinny voices sails through the air.
Surprised, Desmond turns around quickly,
and sees a beautiful face beaming
from behind an old oak tree.
“I’m Genevieve, and I’m very strong.
Let me help you!”
Genevieve walks carefully, hiding her wings,
to one side of the heavy branch.
Desmond holds the other side and says,
“Um, I’m not sure you’re tall enough
to lift this to the top of the fort.
My name is Desmond.”
“Oh, I have a plan!” Genevieve giggles
“But in order for this to work,
we need to both use the plan
together! You in, Desmond?”
Desmond shrugs.
“I’ll try anything.”
“Great! Now, close your eyes reeeaaallly tightly.”
Desmond closes his eyes.
“Keep them closed, or it won’t work.
On the count of three, we’ll lift
the branch and place it in the right spot.”
Desmond doesn’t think this will work,
but Genevieve was being very kind
to help, so he did as she instructed.
“One, two, THREE!”
On three, Genevieve fluttered
her colorful wings and flew to
put the branch in place, quickly
landing back on the ground.
“Open your eyes.”
Desmond opens his eyes, amazed
that the branch was perfectly placed.
“Wow! Thank you! I couldn’t
do that by myself! Is there
any way I can help you?”
Genevieve smiles a big smile that
twists her face, making her even prettier
than Desmond thought when he first saw her.
“Will you be my friend?” she asks,
“I could use a friend, too .” He answers,
reaching his hand out to her.
She takes his hand and happily
shakes it, when his Mom
calls from the porch,
“Desi! Dinners ready!”
“Would you like to stay for dinner,
new friend Genevieve?” He asks.
“Thank you for the invitation,
but I can’t stay right now.
Why don’t I come back tomorrow
morning, and we can work on
the fort some more?” She says.
“That makes sense.” Says Desmond.
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