Druid Astrid and Her Pixie Pigs

A long time ago, in a land far away

Deep in the woods, a place known as The Fey

Strange things were about, if one would be still, Sit under a tree, just listen until...

The silence gives way, the forest awakens The flutter of wings, or am I mistaken

Then laughter arises, from who, you know not, A bone chilling sound, this really is fraught.

Several, no dozens, no hundreds of wings! Flutter and whirl what are these strange things?

The commotion gets closer, the laughter, the wings All signs say to flee, but paralysis wins

A figure emerges, a terrible...deer? Gentle and dainty, it’s nothing to fear!

She sniffs the air gently, her hooves paw the dirt, Her eyes are all knowing, she’s strangely alert

And then in an instant, the deer she alights, A blinding white flame, a baffling sight

Behold just as quick, the flame is retracted

And there in its place stands tall the Druid Astrid

Dripping with sass, quirky in dress,

Her wizard hat pointy, her form curvy no less

She holds out her hands, as if to catch rain And the flutter of wings gets louder again

Hundreds of fairies, tiny with wings Fly all about her, adorable things Some land in her palm, others her shoulder,

Some tickle her cheeks, dome dive and swerve past her

Smiling and laughing, what once seemed so scary, Is not that at all, it’s really quite merry

Her fairies surround her, they bring her much joy, She knows each by name - each girl and each boy

Mafoosal the Hairy,

Blenda the Shy

Winky the Plump,

...and many more fill the sky

*Though not fairies exactly, these young thing-a-ma-jigs

On closer inspection, they seem to be...PIGS?

But then just as quick, as the druid did appear White flames engulf her, and again she’s a deer

She pounces off quickly, this shapeshifting doe, Her piglets, her babies, swiftly in-tow

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