The sparrow was barely taller than the surrounding blades of grass.
The only reason I even noticed the bird was the brilliant purple feathering on its back. With such coloring, the bird would have made the ideal steed for a prince of fairie. I could almost imagine an elegantly outfitted leader nestled into the crook between the sparrow's neck and back.
With a wave of a toothpick sized sword, his royal highness would encourage his loyal subjects to follow as the bird blazed a trail to the nearest tree. A tree where the fairies could climb to harvest sections of fruits not yet fallen, or dig between roots to carve out homesteads.
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