I have met fairies.
This is not something I talk about often, because you may think I am nuts. I’m not a nut. I may be a banana sometimes, but never a nut. The fairies I saw live in Vermont, in a real house made with sweet sugar. If you ever have a chance to go there, you will know what I mean. The house belongs to our dear friends Auntie Sonja and Uncle Angelo. You can feel their love inside and outside and all through the woods.

To tell you about the fairies I met, I must explain a little more about this special house. The old Vermont farmhouse sits on a hill of green grass and wild flowers, surrounded by many, many old trees. As you drive up through a tunnel of old maple trees, a cute red house appears, welcoming you with a warm, loving smile. You sense the quiet hum of the trees and flowers around the house.

(To be continued in the book, "Happy Birthday, the Cat")