They say that the dandelion field just outside of town is a magical place. Supposedly you can find all kinds of strange and magical creatures out there if you time it just right. I never believed the people who claimed to have seen such fantastical beasts, until one day I saw them myself.
Just after school, I was coming home when I decided to cut through the dandelion field. As I approached the field of gold, I could hear chanting far off in the distance. As I drew nearer and nearer, the words became clear. Like music to my ears, I could understand what was being said. "Weeds or gifts of gold? A place where two worlds meet Come young, come old, And rest your weary feet!" The voices drew me closer and closer until I could see into the golden flowers of the dandelion field. Flittering all about were fairies, all chanting and singing their strange song. I snuck near to the wondrous little festival, admiring the strange little pixies as they enjoyed themselves. Finally, I was so near that I reached the edge of the woods, where I could nearly reach out and touch the magical little people. Just in front of me was the prettiest little fairy, with golden hair and sky blue wings. I reached out to touch the apparition when the little folk finally noticed me. All of a sudden, in the strangest uproar, the fairy folk charged at me, singing their song like a war cry. The magical little beasts chased me out of the field and back to town until my feet could carry me no more. As I shut my door quickly behind me, I finally stopped to consider what just occurred. Now don't you ever let people tell you there is nothing magical about dandelion field. I know for myself now, whether you choose to believe or not, there is something magical about dandelion field, where worlds meet.
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