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NEW! In the Kingdom of the Filly Dills - A Story

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I guess my Filly Dills are fairy like although I don't see them as such and the mythology that I have created called the Land of the Underleaf and which includes them does not call them fairy's. Many of them like Harvesta Moon are -- well shall we say "Well Fed" others not so much - but they love honey - and harvest it for their food. In fact, when I teased a small gathering of them by saying if they didn't watch their eating all that honey they were going to mess up their sex appeal, they stamped their tiny feet folded up their wings and said "EATING IS SEXY" and then rolled around on the floor of the wood giggling and pointing at me as if there was something important that I just didn't get. The round, full bodied ones - have their own sensuality as far as I can see it -- They take pride in their bodies and the fact that their tiny wings keep them in the air when they are flitting through the land of the Underleaf. The king of Stumps (ruler of all the stumps in the wood of the Underleaf) introduced me to these sensuous creatures and they have filled my life with sweet pleasure Tiger Lilly flits around the meadow which borders the wood painting the tiny dots on the tiger lily's she is the latest Filly Dill introduced to me by his Highness, The King of Stumps. He's promised me there are more to come.

Photos by J. Casconcelos

Sweet Toes In the deep forest in the land of the Under leaf past the castle of the King of Stumps is the Cozy little home of Sweet Toes. She lives at the base of a mighty oak in a tiny alcove near one of the roots. It's her favorite time when the rains come and wash some honey down from a hive way above her, she dances through the puddles of the sweet honey and water. The sun comes out. The butterflies alight on her toes for a slurp of sweet honey. It makes her friends giggle and they call her Sweet Toes.	Orna Mint	Butterfly Oh my, they also say that it is scientifically impossible for Bumble Bees to fly as well.	Harvesta Moon The autumn arrives, the trees began bearing their branches and so do the Filly Dills. They toss leaves into the air and leap with glee.