She found nothing in the little hole at the bottom of this tree, though it seemed a likely place...
Having no luck in the cedars, Theresa thought it might be a good idea to check out the old tree house.
Nothing stirred there, though, but some birds working on a nest, so she wandered out into the tall grass near the front ten pasture...
And, hey! What's this hiding here in this green tuft of grass?The sweetest little faerie!
Theresa started to get irritated (and she doesn't irritate easily), and warned the little faerie to be nice, or she'd put her in the jar. This made the little thing really angry. As you can see by the picture below, you don't want to make a little faerie angry. It casts a gloom.
But, Theresa's had enough experience dealing with little brothers and sisters that she wasn't about to take abuse from such a tiny fluttering girl. She told her, "Faeries are supposed to be charming and gentle and pretty, but you're just a greedy little brat!"
That's when the little faerie bit Theresa's thumb.
And, just as Theresa scooped up the little stinker into the jar, her big sister flew in, too.
So here they are, on the top of the computer desk. They're not very happy about being there. But we are feeding them pieces of jelly beans and peeps, which cheers them up considerably.
We're trying to decide if we should let them go right away, or make a little house for them in our old birdcage.