“Dust-Fairy’S” & “Golden Whale’S”

By Linda Mckinney

I wrote the Dust-Fairy's & Golden Whale's as a series of stories about a brother and sisters adventures and the lessons they learned about life.

These stories tell about how to handle many situations as part of growing up as well as life lessons that's important to today's growing child.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Nov 25, 2015
• ISBN: 9781514426135

Linda Mckinney

Linda Heck Mckinney was born in Terre Haute, Indiana, raised in Coolidge, Arizona. A retired cattle ranch foreman of the Cross Triangle near Florance. Her husband is a retired army veteran named Noel. Author is sixty-three years young and lived in a beautiful Indiana countryside with her husband, Noel, with their ten cats and one small dog. With two beautiful daughters, Tonya and Rane'e, who live in Missouri. And four wonderful stepchildren, Jerry, Susie, Noel Jr., and Ronie, living in Texas. These stories are written for my children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren.

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Copyright © 2015 by Linda Mckinney.

Library of Congress Control Number:    2015918912

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Rev. date: 11/12/2015

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Contents

Dedication

Book #1 Dust Fairies And Golden Whales

Book #2 Green Frog’s And Ham

Book # 3 Stranger’s And Hero’s….

Book #4 The Duke And Luke

Book #5 Seashells And Sea Shores…

Book # 6 Fawns And Hayfields…

Book # 7 Cotton Candy Dreams…

Book #8 Hens…Chickens…And History

Book # 9 Football And Fella’s……

Book #10 Bottle Caps And Bullies …

Book #11 Sally And The Rat

Book #12 Meg And Baby

Book #13 Hollers And Hearts

Book # 14 Ribbons And Rodeo

Dedication

I dedicate this book to my 2 daughters, Tonya & Ranee

And to my grand-children

Lacey Williams

Justin Williams

Kegan Hunt

Caleb Hunt

Laramie Frederick

Chyanne Frederick

Chrissy Hunt

Brad Hunt

Karigan Middelton

and

All my Great grand children . . . .& great

great, grand children

LovGrandma Linda

Book #1

Dust Fairies and Golden Whales

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Grandmother … Please tell me a story.

Dust Fairies and Golden Whales

As the first rays of the gentle morning sun streamed in on the little girl, sleeping beneath the multi-colored quilt, she began to stir slightly in her sleep.

The alarm began to buzz… . . . . . buzzzzzzzzzzz… . . and Lacey was awakened to the sound of the alarm and the smell of her mother cooking breakfast in the kitchen downstairs.

First, she tried pulling the covers up over her head to block out the morning sights and sounds, then she tried snuggling her face deeper into her pillow, to keep out the morning.

Suddenly she remembered why she had set her alarm to go off so early; on a Saturday morning… The fair was today.

Today was the day she had waited so long for to get here.

Lacey could not seem to get her legs untangled from the pink flowered sheets and in her rush to get out of bed, her foot caught on the rug beside her bed and into the floor she went… BOOM!!!!

Laying there, half stunned from the fall, she first saw her yellow tennis shoe among the clutter under the bed. Then as her eyes adjusted to the semi-darkness and began to focus beyond the shoe to a small cloud of dust near the crack in the baseboard on the far wall.

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The Dust Fairy

There appeared to be among the dust cloud, a tiny green haired fairy with pointed ears. As the dust settled the fairy seemed to vanish from sight… POOF!!

Lacey blinked her eyes, looked again, shook her head from side to side then blinked her eyes once again. It must have been the fall, she thought, or else her Mom had been right about there’s no telling what might be living under her bed, no more often than she cleaned under there!

Getting up off the floor much more gracefully than she landed on it earlier, Lacey began to get dressed. All the while thinking about if it could really be a fairy, and could her mother have been wrong?, she said there were not any real fairies but… Lacey was sure she had seen one just now under her bed.

She put on her favorite pair of blue jeans, then her red pullover sweatshirt, white socks, and finally her one yellow tennis show. That’s when she realized in order to have her other shoe, she would have to get the other one from the fairies lair in the semi-darkness under the bed.

Lacey looked thoughtfully at the rug in front of her on the floor where she had been peering under the bed, recalling her earlier experience in vivid detail, then after a few minutes, she headed out into the hallway, with a decided smile on her face, . . . slap… slap… slap: went her untied shoestring on the hallway floor… slap… slap… slap… slap… it went, down the staircase and out into the kitchen… slap… slap… slap… past her mother frying bacon and out into the big back porch she went.

Mom where is the broom? asked Lacey.

Her mother dropped the fork she had been using to turn the bacon with and stared at her daughter, as if the wrong child had gotten out of bed this morning… You… want to use a broom? . . . What for? . . . knowing her child, she wondered if it would be used for its intended purpose?

Lacey looked thoughtfully at her mother for a long time before answering her… Lacey knew if she told her mother what she had seen under the bed… if she told her about the dust fairy… her mother would either think she was sick… crazy… or worse…!!

And she did not want to know what worse could be…!!!

So, she just smiled at her mother and making her voice stay steady and as adult as she could, she merely said, Clean under my bed, after all you’re always telling me that it is so dirty under there that anything could be living there.

Mother rolled her eyes back and slowly shook her head as she pointed at the closet door, beside of Lacey.

With broom in hand, Lacey started back up the stairs to her room… slap… slap… slap… slap… went the loose shoestring, along with the new sound of swish… swish… swish… as the bristles of the broom brushed along the staircase behind of her… slap… swish… slap… swish… slap… up the staircase she went.

Just as she reached the top step of the stairs and started down the hall, she heard over the slap… swish… slap… her mother’s voice from downstairs in the kitchen… Lacey, tie your shoe before you trip and fall.

No sooner said than done!!

Down went Lacey… up went the broom… and they both landed with a crashing boom!!

Sitting there on the floor, Lacey couldn’t help but wonder, How mothers seemed to know about things in advance of their actually happening. . . . How?

After picking herself up off the floor and retrieving the broom, she continued on down the hall, pausing just long enough to tie her flopping shoe string.

With broom in hand, Lacey felt a lot braver and better prepared to face the green haired Dust Fairy and SAVE her other yellow shoe, from whatever green haired, dust fairies, do to shoes lost under beds.

Lacey stretched out on the floor beside the rug by her bed, not too closely… After all, she didn’t want the dust fairy to get her other shoe, especially since she had it on her foot!!

Once again, she blinked her eyes to adjust them to the dim light under the bed. Slowly her eyes began to adjust her heart was thumping loudly and seemed to be stuck solidly in her throat. Finally, her eyes adjusted somewhat to the darkness and she could make out the outline of her shoe by the wall, beyond it she could just see a light fuzz of green.

Lacey’s heart seemed to stop… then jumped back into her throat, once again sticking there, she blinked her eyes once more, but it didn’t move, she stared at it for a long time, so long that her eyes began to water and burn, from not blinking.

Well, it’s not running away, she thought to herself.

Is that good, or bad? she wondered.

Lying there on the floor, she began to think about how she could capture the green haired fairy, without hurting it, and demand her pot of gold… or wishes… of whatever fairies gave out to be let go free, after they were caught, by little girls.

Maybe I can get it with this broom. just a tap, she thought, as there was a chance that her mother might be wrong, about there being no such thing as fairies with pots of gold. . . she said, They were just in story books… tall tales.

Slowly, she eased the broom around, trying not to scare the fairy off, into a position where she could swat it with the broom, out from under the bed… without hitting it too hard or missing it.

Lacey took a deep breath and swung the broom under the bed… swoosh… went the broom as it swept across the floor… and everything under the bed disappeared in a cloud of dust.

Lacey stood up coughing, as the cloud of dust began to settle around the room.

Dusting herself off, she thought, Gee whiz… what a lot of fairy dust… that fairy must have been under there a long time!!

Now it . . . was out from under the bed, the time had come for her to catch the fairy and demand her reward! Lacey quickly snuck around the end of the bed, stepping carefully over the pile of things that the broom had swept out from under the bed, . . . there among the clutter, was her yellow tennis shoe, three different colored socks, her lost winter glove, a baseball, assorted toys, candy wrappers, and lots of lint.

What a mess!! thought Lacey.

Gently, she picked up her lost glove and slipped it on her hand, after carefully shaking it out… after all, she figured there could be more than one fairy living under her bed… it was then she caught sight of the slightest bit of green fuzzy fluff of what looked like the fairy’s hair, just barely showing itself above the edge of her lost shoe.

Lacey got down on the floor…, on her hands and knees… and braced herself, then sprang upon the yellow shoe, quickly covering the opening of the shoe with her gloved hand… (she figured the glove would save her hand… in case if fairies bite.)

She was sure she could feel the fairies’ heart beating very fast in her hand beneath the glove… she then dumped the contents of the shoe into her hand and closed her hand tightly around it. Squish . . . a very dull squish sounded. Lacey closed her eyes… I grabbed it too hard… Oh no! The poor little thing, . . . slowly she opened the gloved hand and one eye, just a little bit, . . . just enough to see if she had really killed the dust fairy. Yuck . . . She yelled, her eyes opening wide, looking at the gooey mess in her hand. There in her hand lay a green and brownish withered up banana peel, with bits of fuzzy mold sprouting from it. Slowly Lacey turned her head from side to side… and wondered if when she grew up if she would always be right like her mother seemed to be.

Feeling extremely drained from her morning of fairy hunting, she removed the glove from her hand, then picked up the three odd socks from the pile on the floor and deposited them all into her dirty clothes hamper. She then shook out her other yellow shoe, slipped it on her foot, then swept up the mess on the floor and straightened

up her room, before heading downstairs to breakfast. "Slap…slap…slap…slap’…went her shoestring on the floor as she walked down the hall. Lacey stopped, bent down and tied her shoestring. She remembered her mother’s earlier warning, to tie her shoe before it caused her to fall. Once was enough for her! As she reached the bottom of the staircase, her brother, Jacob, went rolling by on his roller skates sticking out his tongue at Lacey. War had been declared before breakfast!

Lacey ran after him, around the kitchen they went, Lacey grabbed Jacob by the shirt tail as he tried to pass between her and the stove. as she was about to discuss with her little brother, what little life he had left’’ their mother’s voice could be heard. Lacey, let go of your brother’s shirt, you’re going to rip it, and both of you behave yourselves. But Mom, Lacey replied, That dumb old Jacob started it. Now you listen to me, said mom. Your brother is not stupid, he could grow up to be anything he wanted to be, even president if he wanted to", now both of you wash your hands for breakfast, especially you, young lady, and she pointed at Lacey. After cleaning up your room there is no telling what’s on them. This statement stayed on Lacey’s mind as she washed her hands. After all, Mom had been right about things growing up under her bed, and the shoestring, and about fairies being tall tales. Lacey decided that maybe just to be safe, she had better try harder to get along with Jacob. After all, no one in their right mind wants hard feelings between themselves and the president!

All during breakfast Lacey kept trying to picture him in a business suit, carrying a briefcase and looking serious, with the American flag waving behind him, from a golden flag pole with an eagle on top. But, no matter how hard she tried, his unruly red hair, freckles, and tee-shirt, reading, ‘Be patient with me, God isn’t finished with me yet!’ kept ruining her pres0idential image of Jacob.

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WAR HAD BEEN DECLARED"

Somehow she just did not think he was presidential material, but since Mom Said, He could be, and with that shirt on, well, Lacey thought it could be possible.

Soon they were all headed for the car, with mom checking them over to make sure they had not forgotten anything. This turned out to be a real good idea, or The future Mister President would have worn his skates to the fair, if mom had not made him go back into the house and change into his shoes. All the way back to the house Jacob’s voice could be heard saying With skates I could see more of the fair faster.

Lacy giggled softly to herself as an image of Jacob skating through the White House came to mind. The trip from the farmhouse to the fair went by quickly. The time was filled with talk of the day ahead of them and also their entries in the fair. There were Mother’s best blackberry preserves and her delicious bread and butter pickles. Lacey had entered her needlepoint pillow case and Jacob had entered his white rabbit Harvey.

Their mother had a difficult time finding a parking place close to the fairgrounds entrance. They carried their entries to the building they were displayed or shown at. Then they all started down the fairway. There were lines of big and small booths selling pink cotton candy, popcorn,