A dark-haired child went down to the bank of a clear-running stream to play a small prank. She knew that the fairies came down there to play and she heard them giggle the day away.
She watched as they left a jug full of rum and left-over food. She started to hum.
She ate what was left of the fairies lunch. She cut them some flowers and left them a bunch. Then she hid in a tree til the twilight faded and took a long nap while she patiently waited.
When the moon came out and lit up the ground, the fairies came back and they gathered round. They danced and they sang and they chanted her name: "Little girl, come out. There's no need for shame." "Sing with us, child, and dance here with me." "Your feet will fly, and soon you'll be free." So she danced with them, and sat for a while. They begged her to sing as she gave them a smile. She started to sing with a voice pure and clear. The more she sang, the angels drew near. They asked her to play an old violin. She took it and placed it under her chin. She drew the bow back, and the violin cried. She played and it laughed, and she made it sigh. All who heard it felt reconciled towards God, who said: "Well-done, My child." -Yu/stan/kema-