Remember the bit at the beginning of Part 2? Can you do that again?
Close your eyes just for a little while. Pretend your lungs are like party balloons. Fill them up till they’re nearly bursting. Then let all the air rush out with a whoosh! till they’re empty. Can you do that three times?
And one more thing before we continue. Remember, it’s better to listen and look at this story with your heart ears and heart eyes. Now we’re ready!
I had such a hard time trying to decide just where I wanted to build my very own first home. Forest Glen has so many lovely places. But as I told you before, the one I kept going back to was The Wild Corner. I suppose that made my decision easier.
Of course there was no house there yet. Not a stick or a shingle or a single solitary brick. I had to make it from scratch. Or rather, get some help to do it. Before I could do that though I had to decide what sort of house I wanted. I needed a plan. Oh I had such grand ones! Sitting inside my magic dreaming bubble, I had thoughts of a palace. Or a castle. It would be so much fun! But then I came back down to Earth. Thought about it seriously. It didn’t take me long to realise it was just plain silly. All that housework! Yuk! After all there is only one of me. Why would I need such a big place? So I stopped daydreaming and came to my senses.
I visited friends and looked at every building and nest around me with different eyes. Remember how special my eyes are? I could see all around me without turning my head. It was like I was seeing Forest Glen for the first time ever. Of course everybody knew what I was planning to do. And of course everybody had their own very firm ideas about what would be best for me. Funnily enough not a one of them thought to ask me!
Most of the birds I talked to told me a nest made the cosiest of homes. Built from sticks, leaves and grass, it could be woven into all kinds of elegant shapes. The ants on the other hand said the very best home was underground with tunnels, nooks and crannies. My friends the faeiries whispered in secret that flowers were awesome to live in. Even the bees got in the act and offered to make me an honorary bee and build me a hive. In the end it just got too confusing. I stopped looking and asking.
I sat down and wrote a list of all the essentials things I wanted in a home. Then I made a second list of wishes and dreams. After that I crossed out more than half of the second list as OTT. I was finally getting somewhere. Now I had the makings of a cute, cosy cottage. It had a few little luxury extras like nectar on tap, the latest gadget for cleaning wings and antenna and the cosiest bedroom you could ever imagine.
Now I have a confession to make. Never ever in my life have I had anything to do with building anything! Well, other than my cocoon. But that doesn’t really count. So you can imagine my surprise when I was told I needed building plans and permits. I thought it just happened by magic. And of course it did in the end, but I’m skipping ahead.
When in doubt, I had learnt the best place to start was to talk to Ican Fix It from the Hot Spot Team. He put me on to The Scribble Gum Moth Team in a glen not too far away called Gondwana. Experts at creating designs, they soon had my plan sorted.
My next trip was to Forest Glen Council Chambers. I showed them the plans. They already knew about my project. A quick check, tick, and stamp and the paperwork was done. Easy! All that was left was to work out how to build it. And that’s where my friends the faeries come in.
© Raili Tanska