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One day I was skipping along, when a turtle who, apparently unaware that turtles cannot talk, said, “Oh I am so glad that spring is in the air again” He looked at me calmly," how about you?", he questioned.
“Oh well, if it was not for those flowers yelling secrets in my ears, I would be just fine, oh yes, just fine my dear friend.”
“Are you aware you can talk?”
“Well of course I am aware I can talk, are you aware you can talk?”
“Well of course I can” I replied. “Turtles are unable to talk.”
“And, by the way,” I looked at him scornfully, “neither can flowers.” He was beginning to annoy me.
He looked at me and snorted, “I suppose fairies don't exist either?"
I stretched my gossamer wings, thought about it for a minute, “No, there is no way fairies do not exist; look at the beauty and grace of the fairies around us.”
”I believe they do exist all around us, some good, and some bad. I also think that sometimes we do bump into them, like sometimes when you trip up on something and there is nothing there, you are doing something and you get a tingle in your spine, or you are walking along and all of a sudden tiny hairs prickle on the back of your neck, as though someone is watching you. Do you ever get that feeling? “The turtle was annoyed right back.
“Yes! Yes! There is no one there really watching you, that you can actually see! This a subject amongst a couple of others, that has always fascinated me for years, but no one believes in anything anymore,” I sighed.
The bush of daffodils that the turtle had been hiding amongst began to sway and all in unison they began to whisper, chatting like gossiping old ladies amongst themselves.
The turtle looked back at the gossamer winged fairy, whose existence had just been debated, “see? Whispers, the flowers always whisper at me, and it does become so distracting that I cannot get back to my walking, tiresome work is walking.”
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