Morag and Duncan wanted to have a baby of their very
own. They'd tried for years and were getting older and knew if they
didn't get a baby soon, they'd not be able to have one, ever.
One windy night when Duncan was outside tending to
the sheep, Morag wrapped her shawl around her shoulders and went out for
a walk in the woods. The crescent moon gave pale light, but enough for
Morag to see where she was going. After she'd walked a few minutes she
saw a clearing. For some reason the moonbeams shone down on this spot. A
ring of mushrooms sprung up in the center. Morag stayed hidden behind
the trees to watch. She gasped when several blue fairies appeared. Their
wings were opaque and each fairy glowed in the moonbeams. They held
hands and danced around the mushroom ring.
Morag put her hand to her mouth. She'd never seen
anything so beautiful before.
The fairies began to sing. Morag listened carefully.
“They're calling my name.”
“Morag. Morag. Morag,” the fairies sang, their soft
voices finding a way into Morag's heart.
Finding courage, she stepped out from behind the tree
and walked into the center of the fairy ring. At first she was
terrified. The fairies darted all around her sprinkling fairy dust on
her hair, but then she realized she was in no danger and smiled. She put
out her hand and one landed in it. It's tiny wings fluttered up and down
and it grinned from pointed ear to ear. It took a bag from its belt and
poured something into its hand. The fairy held up her hand and blew the
powder into Morag's face.
Morag coughed and when she opened her eyes, the
fairies were gone, the mushroom ring was gone and so were the moonbeams.
She gigged and rushed home to tell her husband what had happened.
Duncan came back to the croft carrying a lamb. He saw
Morag and noticed she had a special glow. He put the lamb down and it
ran over to the fire, standing in front of it to get warm. “Is
everything all right, Morag. You look beautiful tonight.”
Morag blushed and then took Duncan by the hands and
sat him down on the settee. “We're going to have a baby, Duncan. The
fairies blew fairy dust on me. We're going to have a baby. I thought I
might be with child earlier today, but now I know.”
Duncan kissed his wife and they sat in front of the
fire, holding hands and stroking the lamb.
Later that year Morag sat in front of the fireplace,
rocking her two babies in their cradle. The lamb had grown into a sheep
and stayed near the babies, watching over them.
Duncan came in and stood looking down on his babes.
“Wee Fiona and wee Kenneth.” He stroked the sheep. “They're ours,
The sheep bleated. Outside the window several blue
fairies hovered, watching Morag and Duncan and the wee ones. Morag
looked up and saw them. She winked. The fairies waved and then
disappeared, leaving the happy family inside the croft to be happy