Goblins
“Up the airy mountain, down the rushing glen, We daren’t go a-hunting, for fear of little men.” -William Allingham, “The Fairies” *** “I want to dance with the hill people at night,” Flora said, standing on a chair and looking out the window. Megan looked with her. The summer sun was slipping behind the yew trees on the hill beside the big old house, but no one was there that Megan could see. She frowned. “What do you mean?” Flora looked up at her. “Every night the people dance and sing all over that hill, and the lights are very pretty.” “They bring lights?” “They ARE lights.” Megan tsked. “No nonsense,” she said. “Get ready for bed.” Flora climbed off the chair and trotted up the stairs, skirting past her brother on the floor. Megan …