The trailer fairies seem to have visited Dahlia Street very early Wednesday, before most were up and about.
It would seem these imps absconded with a trailer, one of many formerly moored on the street as an in-your-face protest of those who would depend on the rule of law being enforced, not to mention believing generally in good citizenship.
As a grandfather to three young girls, and being married to a woman who has “fairy gardens” of various figurines displayed during the good weather months for the girls’ amusement, not to mention entertaining them on sleepover nights with fairy stories, I am well-acquainted with the fairy world.
True, there are bad fairies. But mostly, there are good fairies, who seek to do helpful things for others. This is why I suspect fairies in the removal of the eyesore trailer. They helped a lot of people with their pixieish act.
It almost made me eager for another nightfall, that the fairies might do more good.
Imagine my surprise when, during the course of returning from a combination prescription pickup and pleasure drive, I saw strange activity on Dahlia Street Wednesday evening.
It was maybe 7:10 p.m. I’d been downtown and had heard firsthand the City Hall clock striking 7, then had come almost directly home.
It was a period of dusk, which the dictionary defines as the darker stage of twilight. Speaking of twilight, this was stuff fit for the classic Twilight Zone television series.
There was a figure evident in the gloaming, looking more like the bridge troll from the fable of Three Billy Goats Gruff. Said personage was fiddling with . . . a trailer . . . appearing to lash it to the back end of a tow vehicle.
I’d happened onto the equivalent of a Bigfoot sighting and, in the excitement of the moment, didn’t think to pull out my smart phone to snap a quick photo as evidence. I guess you will just have to take my word for it.
As I slowly continued along the street, the figure got into the tow vehicle and drove off. I followed cautiously to the end of the block and made a right turn to head to my garage.
Imagine this! The tow vehicle and trailer turned into the alley ahead of me.
Now the Mustang I was driving seemed to hesitate for a moment. Perhaps the machine was recalling the trauma of recently almost having been backed into on the very same alley, by a similar looking vehicle.
But the troll/fairy/elf/imp/sprite at the wheel of the tow vehicle continued driving with his freshly claimed trailer.
Me? I stabled the Mustang and went inside to share – with appropriate excitement — what I had seen.
And I can’t wait to see what visions Thursday will provide.
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