Saturday, August 31, 2013

story Niva 3


  As she followed Bob out to the fields, she saw the big, orange tabby cat the farmer owned to keep the mice at bay. When Niva and the cat had first met the tabby had tried to eat her, but over the first week since Niva had come to the farm, they had become friends. She had snuck the cat tidbits and morsels of the fishes or meats the family had eaten for dinner hoping the cat would see her as closer to a human than a bird or a bug to be pounced on. The tabby let her hop on his back and take a ride as they followed Bob.
  Out at the field Bob was using his tractor. Niva thought this tractor was cool; she also recognized the danger the large machine could present to a fairy who was only three inches tall. She had snuck in a window once when Josaphine had left some sewing stuff out and had taken the opportunity to measure herself. She knew she was a bit tall for a fairy but tiny compared to the big tractor. To keep out of harms way she flew up into a tree next to Tabby. He didn't seem to mind her using him as a pillow as they lounged on the tree branch.
  Soon she began to bore of watching Bob. She decided to go home and finish repairs to her house. Some rain storms were none to kind to it. As she flew to her house she passed the stable. She decided to say hi to Lucy, the chestnut quarter horse Bob sometimes used for farm work.
  Niva often gave Lucy a scratch behind the ears like she saw Bob do, but she thought it probably felt like only a mere tickle to the mare. However, since it was the best she could do it would have to suffice, and she could fly around the horse to keep the flies off. The curry comb was too large for Niva to try to use it on a regular basis. She tried that once, but it took her whole strength to move it along Lucy's fur so she figured she'd leave grooming to the humans. Maybe if Lucy was really in need of a cleaning, Niva could try again, but Lucy looked okay today. After chasing some flies around for a bit, Niva headed on out.

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