ROCK FAIRIES Must March

Rock Fairies must March

On the March or should I say on the May. We tucked our wings and be’d good for all of March and April. Now I’ve got crinkles and wrinkles in my wings that might be permanent and my fairy dust is so moldy I sneeze whenever I open the draw strings on my bag. I don’t know what I did with my wand. The last time I used it was to test and see if a cake was done baking.

The other rock fairies I’ve fluttered at are in a similar plight. One can’t fit into her tights and another says her hair is so long it got caught in the window fan.

Still, rock fairies must march. Rocks must be painted and sprayed and fussed over until they would make a troll smile. Rock fairies must get back to work. No amount of unemployment honey or incentive flappery can stop them. It’s almost summer and the painted rocks must appear where they are least expected. Well, not in the stew pot, of course. They must find jolly spots along the walkways and under the leaves of strawberry plants and on corner posts.

Don’t try and donate to this cause by throwing rocks at them and if you see a rock fairy in a drunken blur, slap the rocks out of his or her socks and send them on their way. Don’t listen to them whine that Santa and the Easter Bunny only have to appear one day a year. Remind them they’ve got wings and they better get thinking of all those grouchy trolls who need reminded that spring magic is in the air, life is good and rock fairies gotta march.