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Wednesday, April 27, 2016

CAN OF SNAKES-URBAN LEGEND

CAN OF SNAKES-URBAN LEGEND 

Good afternoon my dearest friends, followers, supporters and readers too. I went to the used book store the other day and found another grand book of info of urban legends for you all. I have found that you all seem to enjoy the interesting tales. For today, I have a simple and short tale called 'THE CAN OF SNAKES'.
Two fishermen were walking along a stream and happen to pass a little boy who was fishing with a pole, hook, line and bobber; he had a tin can of worms next to him. The two men asked the young boy, 'How are they biting today? The little boy replies, 'The fish aren't biting that much, but my can of worms sure are!"
The two men chuckle at the little boy's statement and thought it was an odd answer. After watching the boy for a while the continued down the scenic path by the steam. The next day, the two men returned later on in the day, to the same spot by stream to see if the little boy was back fishing. When they got closer to the spot on the stream, to their horror, they found the same little boy laying down in the water bank. He seemed to have been dead all night. Right beside the boy, was his tin can of worms, his pole, hooks, line and bobber too! However, there was no fish caught in  the pail for fish. But inside the Tin Can of worms was no worms, it was actually full of baby rattlesnakes, copperheads and water moccasins too! So sadly the boy had been bitten to death.
Although more of a rural than an urban legend in its settings 'The Can of Snakes' continues to be told in contemporary contexts. The story is related to other Folklore and Urban  Legends like, 'Bed of Snakes' which has circulated especially in the south and Midwest and more often involving  swimmers and water skiers rather than fishermen. I hope that you find the Urban Legend to be interesting. I have never heard of 'Bed of Snakes' I might have to have to look that one up.
Love you all very much
Your friend always
WENDY



Tuesday, April 26, 2016

A Real Fairy Story-

'A Real Fairy Story'
by Cynthia & Big Sister 
             Yesterday, I posted about how, the path my pumpkin plant and the stone border seemed to make a path, leading down to the bottom of the garden and I said that maybe it led to the fairies that lived there. Danielle, from a work in progress commented that in the US they don't have tradition of fairies. Perhaps this is my own ignorance showing, but I don't think it had occurred to me that the fairies hadn't made it across the Atlantic!
So, I though I'd give you my only real fairy story , as it happened to me. While my husband was still my fiancee, we took a trip up to the isle of Skye.
He had worked there for a while, and I had never been, so we booked into the local youth hostel, hired a car and drove up for a weekend. As we drove, we planned out all the things we wanted to do when we got there, and one of the things that he mentioned was that he wanted me to see the
Fairy Glen at Uig.
I'd never heard of it, but I was keen to go and check it out! So, on the
second day of our sojourn, we
traveled up from Kyleakin to Uig to check out the Fairy Glen.
It really is an amazing place; these strange steep-sided hill are scattered haphazardly throughout the glen, with crystal clear pools of water
glistening in the small valleys. It feels like you've wondered out of the 'real' world of traffic, technology and crowds and into this sphere of calm, where the silence is so complete that you could be swimming underwater.
Over dinner that evening, we decided that we would go back to the Fairy Glen under the cover of darkness and see if we could spot any of the 'little people'.
I think we both knew that it was silly, but it can be such fun to suspend the soul -crushing disbelief in which so many live their day to day lives.
Anyway, we headed out to the Fairy Glen and it was so dark. I don't think I fully
appreciated just how
dark , it was until the car headlights were turned off and we began walking of and we began walking between the Fairy Hills and passed the Fairy pools. Pretty soon that darkness became
that velvety blackness where you can't see your hand in front of your face and you have to keep blinking your eyes just to
check that you still have them open.
The silence was the only disturbed by our own footfalls and when we stopped there was no noise at all. Deprived of two senses, I started to feel a small flutter of panic. I'm a city girl at heart. And so being outside in the dark was completely unfamiliar to me. Really in the world which I live in, there is no real darkness, no real silence. My heart started to speed up, my eyes kept straining to see some light, my ears to hear so sound.
NOTHING... And then, somewhere about 20 feet to our left' someone coughed. I don't think my body had ever experienced such a rush of adrenalin, either then or since and holding hands my fiancee and I ran blindly back towards the direction of the car. Throwing ourselves into the car and locking the doors, we both looked at each other and started to laugh. Great belly laughs which seemed to shake our entire beings and made our eyes weep. We sat for a while, until we reined our giggles in and then we sat a while longer waiting to see if anyone
would follow us out of the Glen.
There were no Cars Parked there but ours and no one showed up, so eventually we started the drive back to the hostel.
Now, I don't know if it was the fairies playing tricks on us or someone out on a quite stroll [ Mind you – in the pitch Black?],
but I do know that
I've never ran so fast or laughed so hard as I did when I visited Fairy Glen.
Love you all- Your Wendy
And Cynthia From her blog
with love 




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Monday, April 25, 2016

A Fairy Friend-A poem written by Cynthia my dear Friend!

A Fairy Friend-
Tiny fairy light dancing in the woods

They flutter and dance every
where around and round me,

Enticing me to dance sing
with them a merry little tune.
And I will prance and dance a
merry little dance with them,
Under the star filled sky silvery
moon above.

Whilst a little green fairy
whistles her merry little tune

in tempo with the singing
of the many colored fairies.

sitting upon the branches
above me casting their spells

of merriment and joy upon all
within the magical forest,


filled with sparkly fairy dust.

Together we dance the night
in merriment and joy.
Dancing dancing about until we've spent


Then we sit and slip the magic
elixir of fairy tea,
We eat of the sweetness of fairy scones,
and laugh blissfully.

Oh, little fairy, dance and sing
with me til dawn,



Where the birds will twitter
and squirrels chirp.


Joy and magic fills the morning air
of the new day

So, when a fun and spiritedly little fairy
comes to play,

I hope you have a fairy friend. 

A poem written by my 
Dear Friend
Cynthia 
My dearest sister/friend that
has been part of my life for over
10+years I thought you all would
like to see a few of her beautiful works
I have many others when
I am able to get my word to work.
but for now here is my dearest sis
and please send out prays to her too.
I love you dearest sis
always will forever
with our Rainbow stew
Your wendy





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