The Imaginaeries of Faerie Glen

By Ginny Stone

Amid the hustle and bustle of daily life in the Glen, the Imaginaeries are also busy getting ready for The Ball – a glittery event that takes place at the first new moon after the leaves have fallen. But will PESCOM come to the party?

Ivy Lion makes Gogo Gaia very angry when she experiments with colour and Winona Wurm’s mischievous pets are given the ultimate warning at the Moonlight Meeting. Marigold discovers that not everybody is sunshine-flavoured. Madame Shews, the snooty French shoe designer is up to something for sure and the Bollywoggles are keeping an eye on her. Mor-a-Bella escaped from a cabbage bog in the Eastern Cape but is life going to be any better in the Glen?
Will Pete the Publisher ever perfect his environmentally friendly newspaper? Can Granny Catty convince Mr Grumpy Pants to stop being a hermit and accompany her to The Ball? How will Bella Dew manage without her mystic mirror?

Meanwhile things keep disappearing... could there be a thief in the Glen?

The Imaginaeries of Faerie Glen is a whimsical, modern day, fairy story set in a real place, the Faerie Glen Nature Reserve, in Pretoria, South Africa. This reserve really does have a magic all of its own. A must read for anybody who likes fairy stories.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ginny Stone
• Release date: Dec 11, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370736188

Ginny Stone

Ginny Stone lives in Connecticut and works as a technical editor. Her love of animals, especially cats, prompted her to write this story. She once lost her kitty for eight months. Then, miraculously, the cat showed itself to a thoughtful person who contacted Ginny, and the two friends were reunited.

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The

Imaginaeries

of Faerie Glen

A modern day fairy tale.

Written by

Ginny Stone

Illustrated by

Igz Stone

Copyright - Ginny Stone

Published by - Ginny Stone

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Tread softly…

for things are not always

what they seem.

Table of Contents

Chapter 1 Sunshine-Flavoured

Chapter 2 Ivy Lion Zaps a Red Sunflower

Chapter 3 The Worm Collector

Chapter 4 Granny Catty

Chapter 5 Madame Shews and Monsieur

Chapter 6 Pete the Publisher

Chapter 7 Mor-a-Bella’s Makeover

Chapter 8 Mister Grumpy Pants

Chapter 9 The Moonlight Meeting

Chapter 10 Fluttering…

Chapter 11 Proffy Goes to The Ball After All

Chapter 12 Things Fall into Place

Chapter 13 Pre Ball Jitters

Chapter 14 The Ball

Alphabetical List of Characters

Faerie Cakes

Acknowledgements

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Sunshine-Flavoured

Thunk! Ker-plunk!

Bradley Beetle’s whole home shivered and shook. Obviously his neighbour, Marigold, was in a snit and was throwing things again.

He was busy shaking out his boots. Those irritating worms loved hiding in his boots and leaping out at

him, just about scaring the feelers off him. It was made worse by them having so many boots to choose from. He frowned and scurried over to the other side of the room.

Something else crashed against the wall. Ka-Doef!

Bradley gathered up his boots – all six of them - and scuttled outside. He’d rather take his chances in the downpour than listen to Marigold in a foul mood.

It was raining.

Marigold threw another sneeker against the wall of her tree house. It bounced around and knocked her wings off their peg.

She hated wet weather more than anything else in the Universe.

She’d woken up expecting to see blue sky with lots of warm yellow sunshine beaming through the window. Instead it was cold and grey and there was rain streaming down.

Marigold was sunshine and smiles, but when it rained she became all ratty and irritable.

She grumbled and groaned to herself. She’d had plans to go gathering berries for breakfast by the river with Bella Dew, the latest addition to the Glen. Bella Dew was a tad glum… as in, she did not smile much. Marigold hoped that some scrumptious berries might put a smile on her pretty face. Some of the other Imaginaeries had also had a bash at cheering Bella-Dew up, but so far, none of them had succeeded.

She’d also been planning to pluck some nettles and dye her old tatty sneekers a pretty new green colour. She was still considering whether to add some purple berry spots or not. Now the day was ruined. Totally ruined. She would not be having berries for breakfast and she’d probably have to wear her grungy old sneekers to

the Moonlight meeting.

Marigold pondered how she was going to get a message to Bella Dew. She knew for sure that the interwebs would be down. The lazy little spiders were probably hanging out playing poker or something – they hated rain more than she did. The alternate message system would not be working because the flutterbytes were not fond of wet stuff either.

Worse, she’d have to eat wheatgrass for breakfast instead. Yuck! She loathed that stuff. She kept kicking herself for being conned into swapping some of her fabulous sunshine-coloured hair dye for disgusting wheatgrass. She’d been hoping to do a deal for faerie cakes instead. Marigold was good at a myriad of things but she could not cook.

She stomped her foot again, making all the windows rattle. Her whole day was all messed up!

Bradley, who was sitting on a branch outside putting his boots on, tapped two of his feet against her window. Drops of water bounced off his boots and plopped into his eyes.

Oi! Marigold! Behave. It’s just a bit of rain and we need it anyway.

Oh shut it Bootsi! I had things to do today. I don’t like rain. I hate rain. Rain is horrible, Marigold howled.

My name is NOT Bootsi, hissed Bradley crossly, waving his feelers around, and you can’t order up life to please your own self all the time either.

Marigold stomped off to her kitchen nook to see if there was anything other than wheatgrass to eat.

She knew the answer already – she’d had a spring clean the day before and needed to go gathering and bartering to replenish her stocks of food. What’s the point of being a faerie if I can’t even magic up food, she whinged.

She took a deep breath and felt a tad ashamed that she’d been so bad-tempered. The Glen was rather dry and crispy and could use a bit of water. She opened the front door and invited Bradley in to share some breakfast with her.

Fat chance if you think I am eating any of that disgusting wheatgrass, he replied waving four boots in the air to make his point clear. What about a nice bit of toasted dandelion?

Dandelion was all the rage since it had been unbanned and proclaimed good for one’s health.

Marigold showed him her empty cupboards. There wasn’t even a leaf of honeysuckle tea.

It is revolting old wheatgrass or else we’ll have to brave the rain, she said.

Bradley did not answer – he was staring out of the window – watching the raindrops sploshing down. They were falling faster and faster.

He turned his head. What’s that peculiar noise? he asked Marigold?

She put her ear to the window. What funny noise? I can only hear the wind.

But there is no wind, replied Bradley.