Literature
Faircy Circle
A bright autumn day. A small figure walks through the golden fields. It is a young girl of about thirteen, dressed in a dark frock, boots muddied, hair untied with an empty sack over a small shoulder. She walks confidently through the field in a direction of a row of trees that stand on a crest of the hill. From the distance she can see the red fruit hanging on the high branches, glowing in the yellow light. The time is drawing to dusk so she hurries, her cheeks as red as the apples, mouth parted. As she approaches, the tree seems to raise its boughs higher, until the apples hang out of reach. Disappointed, she picks some of the spotted, wrin