Once Upon a Time...

 

A lawn party was going on.  Maybe 50 to 100 people or more, but something was off.  Nothing was very loud.  Maybe two houses away they most likely didn’t even hear it.  How odd was that?

And where did all these people come from.  They couldn’t all live around here.  I phoned Gary, across the street and asked if he could hear it over there.  That’s when he told me about the little people.  I had no clue.  This was the first I was hearing about them.

By all reports, there are hundreds of little people who live in the neighboring woods.  Once in a great while, they come out onto the lawns and throw a huge party.  Not sure why.  Some say they’ve been known to steal from local gardens, although they have never been caught.

Gary said that one lady told him that she saw several of them up in the trees, so apparently, they are climbers.   The only reason I can think of, as to why they would climb, would be to keep away from any critters hanging around, especially house cats, and there are plenty of those around.

Now my brain was working overtime.  I wanted to go out there and snap some pictures, but I wouldn’t get much in the dark, and I think it had started to sprinkle and most likely, I’d scare them back into the woods, if the rain hadn’t already done that.  I’ll go out in the morning and see if I can find any signs that they were here.  I really have no clue how small they are.  This is weird. 

 

Looks like they left an umbrella behind.