The tiny creature inside the door risked a peep through a thin crack in the wood, and trembled when a giant brown eye moved closer. It blinked, and she whipped back against the stone wall of her kitchen, throwing her hands over her eyes.
What could he want? Did he smell the ChocoLavendar cookies baking in her wood stove?
She found her courage and turned to peer through the crevice again. The dog cocked his head and one ear flopped into the crackling leaves blown against the door from her garden. He gently nipped a small Aspen-illustrated card from a basket hanging around his neck, and nudged it under her door with his nose.
The fairy jumped. Her arms flailed and, on tippity-toes, beat a quick retreat.
Mustn’t come in contact with the paper! It could be laced with poison! Or, at the very least, contain a highly threatening message.
Careful not to move too close, she used a sprinkle of fairy dust to open the card, and gingerly leaned forward to read the large scribbles…