Nightmares chapter 2.
The group of tiny, winged people sat in a circle of toad stools in the sad remainders of a English forest. The elegant old king called his subjects to attention with a wave of his hand and a noise in his throat. He began to speak.
"As I know you are aware, our habitat has been slowly deteriorating for a few generations now. Our people have been dying from diseases related to pollution. Now the last straw has come: the humans have erected a sign announcing our neighborhood for sale. I am afraid to say we are going to have to move. I don't know where we will go, but hopefully we can find some place better and more sustainable than here. Now go begin to collect what belongings you can carry on your backs. We leave at sunrise tomorrow. The meeting is adjourned."
The fairies got up to leave, whispering among themselves.
Rays of sunlight flickered patches through the green canopy onto the forest floor as Arthur Kirkland lightly tread his way down a secret path. His dream so much disturbed him that he felt he had to go check that his little winged friends were still where they had always been.
He stood still and began to look and listen carefully. He began to see the delicate creatures heading toward what he knew was their meeting spot. He tightly re-wrapped himself in his invisibility cloak and crept behind a shrub within hearing distance of the miniature amphetheatre. What he heard disturbed him. His dream was indeed to become a reality.
When the fairies dispersed to go pack, Arthur ran back home rather ungracefully. He wanted to stop this. Over the years, He had had so much fun with this group of local fairies. There had to be something he could do. It was noon. He had about 18 hours to solve a monster of a problem. The first thing he thought to do was see if he could buy the land for sale. That would solve part of the problem. He began to make some phone calls.