The Letter:
It was on the morning of Christmas that the
President found the letter. Walking in the room without turning on the lights
he caught his breath at the site that was before him. The tree was lit up with
all of the lights, decorations and tinsel, a fire was going in the fire place
with the crackling of fresh pine cones, burning, scenting the air with the
smell of the forest. A single window was open a little letting in a crisps
breeze of the morning. The large lawn outside was filled with the lights of
Christmas giving him the feel of an odd Rockwell painting in his mind.
Mistletoe adorned the mantel, door frames and window ledges. The white little
berries glistened with the light of the fire. They cascaded down the edges of
the wood they were fasten to, the president smiled at the lore of those things.
(Greeks used to set them up because they
believed they held a fertility magic in them because of the creamy, white
liquid that came from them when the berries were crushed, (the male seed), and if you kissed under them they would be insured
the birth of a child in a years’ time.)
Pictures of the friends and family had been place
about the room reminding everyone of the love they had surrounding them. The
children’s toys where were they had played with them the night before. A
handmade doll from the Lapland lay in the chair with a silver spoons set from
England on the end table where Caroline had left it for John. The large bouquet
of deep red roses the president had given her still stood on the table in the
vase with his note beside the glass. The president walked around the furniture
to be surprised to see nothing under the Christmas tree. The presents that had
been place under it the night before where missing. Jackie (his wife) and the
children (Caroline and John Jr.) would be down soon so he had to move as
quickly as possible. How in God’s green earth did all those presents disappear?
This was a joke he thought �" it had to be! As he thought more on the after
effects of this joke the more he became to dislike the person who wanted to
pull it off, then did it. He gathered the secret service men to him then had
them start the investigation. It was only a few day until the New Year’s Eve
party of 1962/3. He felt the fool for doing it but what choice did he have
here. The leader of the most powerful free nation of the world and he can’t
find the Christmas presents. Good luck explaining that to people. “Gee, I am
sorry Prime minister; I can handle the Cuban missile crisis but not a gift for
you and your wife.” He wondered what Bobby would think of his older brother
now?
The
letter was written on a long flat parchment in a strange script reminiscent of
the ancient Chinese calligraphy. The white house was effectively locked down to
search for the intruders and the presents. The vice president was woken with
his family and placed under guard. Lyndon Johnson gave the president a call to
be apprised of the situation and hung up only a few moments later. A master
linguistic was being brought in to decipher the letter. As the president sat in
his rocking chair and thought about the morning and the letter, he looked at it
more and more. The paper was strange as though it wasn’t paper at all. It
seemed more like it had been spun, as though it was a spider’s web knitted like
a rug or garment as though it was a new form of silk, (“China” he thought), made
large enough to make things out of it when but together. The writing was by a
sharp instrument with the ink an odd purplish because he could see the scratch
marks where it had torn through the surface of it leaving strings up from the
surface. The ink had a (he thought) “Humm?” a shiny quality about it he guessed.
It was as though it might glow if held to a light. Before the linguistic man
came in he walked into a closet and turned off the light but it didn’t do
anything that he could tell. Extra present were brought in for the children
from the other staff and replaced what was missing. Caroline was pulled off to
the side while the children had their breakfast and was told about the morning.
About
an hour later the letter’s cipher code was broken for the most part and he said
that it was from people called the “Far-estry men” as best as he could tell. It
said,
Mr.
President:
We have the fat elf-guy and will do him
no harm if he would give them what they wanted but the rain deer are toast, �"
sorry! They’re lunch and dinner for the next couple of night. The presents
would be returned to them on a forth night after the New Year if all was kept
proper and in good order along with the elf having slimmed down a bit. In the
meantime between now and then he (the president) was to issue an edict to the
nation that a city was to be place off limits to his people. They were to leave
the city unharmed and never to return for it would be theirs as they won that
city a long time ago. The city of San Francisco, California
There
was mentioned of the earth quake of 1906 and the theft and something else about
war. The rest would have to take some time because of the strange dialect that
it had, they told the president.
The
president asked if he knew of any information of the “Far-estry men” and he
told the president that he had not heard of anyone by that name. Caroline came
to her mother later that day and during the course of the visit she told
Caroline, that she had found a book in her room tagged with Her name on it and
it was signed: “A friend of “The Fat guy”. Jackie looked at the book and showed
it to her husband. It was a hand bond, earthy brown with deep green and shades
of purple staining through the leather cover with hand stamped images. There
were two borders that surrounded the outside 
edge
with images of a group of people underground. On the spine of the book there
were the same strange letting as the letter he found. The book’s back had an
image of a person holding up its hand before its face with things around and
behind it, next to it there was what appeared to be a thing with a face smiling
at you. The cover was thick enough so the image could be seen in high relief
and it changed its appearance as you moved the book in the light. Inside, there
were hand drawn images with more of their script. The president told Caroline
that he was going to have it translated so he could read her the stories so he
was going to have to keep it for a while. This satisfied the child and she
looked forward to her new book with all of the pretty pictures. He told the
secret service agent to insure that something was made up in lou of what might
be found in there. After two days the president was handed a file of what the
CIA had on the Far-estry people. The name came of an old Gallic term and was
b*****d-ised when it was translated to modern English. It was the Fairy folk.
The ink had properties they could not give an account for and MI-8 of England
knew about them as a real threat. It would also seemed that the “Fat-elf”
comment was on the real Santa Clause and the story about him living in the
north pole was a rouse to thrown people off his trail. His real place was a
closely guarded secret that no one was willing to speak about. If someone needed
to get a hold of the guy then somehow and in some way he would show up to help
within 24 hours after the request was put out to the governments at large.
The
guy was real? Well I’ll be . . .
Sitting down in his office and his
favorite rocking chair he spent closed to three hours going over the
information the CIA had gathered. The stories of our folk tales were more real
than anyone had thought to give credit to. While many stories were wrong, and
downright stupid “like the tooth fairy”. Evidence of the fairy folk was not. He
saw the name they were called in disbelief. He knew their name and had enjoyed
the play named after them; they defeated the rat king for God’s sake. He just
shook his head at the absurdity of it all.
How could this be real he thought
to himself! How?
He went on
reading the file, they existed in an ethereal plane of life and because of this
they thought they could not be fought against. Some had taken pictures of the
fairy folk army but none of the folk themselves. When there were mass swarms of
plagues of animals attacking whole cities it was most likely caused by the
fairy folk.
The black plague
of Europe, which was started by the push of the Mongolian hoard/empire from
China under Genghis Khan, was one of those hidden stories of histories. Genghis
Khan was born in 1162 and by the time he was in his forties he had amassed an
army of fear and strength. They started out 1206 and they ended their march in
1294 by his army, stopping just short of the western European empire. They had
displaced the fairy folk of their land and started a war with them. The fairy
folk gathered their armies and either used or infected/possessed the rats of
the country to swarm against the human kind. Some think that it was the plague
by the fairy folk that caused all of the damage to the hoard and crippled them
from conquering the rest of Europe by
killing the family
descendants and generals after Genghis died in 1227. The “Bubonic plague that
killed tens of millions Europeans in the 14th Century was left by
the fairy folk to kill the rest of the humans because the fairy folk though
they were all the same. Western Europe had a slow march of insane rats coming
their way from 1294 and by the time it was 1348 whole nations fell. They
started to burn all the rats they could and that helped end the plague. Even
today there small pockets of the plague that crops up now and again mainly
because someone pissed off a colony of fairy folk. The following are two
pictures that captured two of the fairy solders on film. The first one was
found on a stuffed horse trying to infect or possess it. It would seem there is
evidence that these creatures do have some magic about them and can and do take
over animals and humans of our world. The second is from the same museum that
captured one trying to take over a stuffed dog and was using a bee to sting it
to waking up. What is Unknown about the fairy folk is the level of intelligence,
the solders or worker bees, seem to be the least intelligent of the bunch, in
fact some seem to border on flat out being stupid.
In
our modern times, especially over in England they seem to have taken a fancy to
possess the humans. They (the humans) become obsessed with magic and the
worship of the spirits, animals and trees of the earth. There is a marked
physical change to the humans. Taking on what most would think as tattoos and
skins dyes, then later on the bodies would transform into animalistic looking
appearance. Eyes having become extremely dark either deep red to deep purple,
The ears having becoming pointed with the nose and lips becoming feline in
shape and ending with their toes and fingers having become claw like and in
length, the finger nails notably.
The initial
stage. A more advanced stage of
possession. possession.
The
following are just two pictures of modern swarms of rats out of the blue going
after the cities around the world. The scene of the first one was in Egypt on a
threshing during harvest time floor, while the other of the boy, and was in
Indonesia when his village was under attack.
The president close the file and prayed for the wisdom to handle this. How
on earth could he tell an entire population of a city to just leave and then
cordon off the city so no one would ever come back in? It was impossible, there
was always people trying to take advantage of what was out there. And this was
free housing and business ripe for the taking. Who could pass that up and why
would you in the first place? That area had the drugged out and the youth just
waiting for someone, anyone to lead them. They were lemmings for the most part.
Their parents were O K but the kids, that was something else. Either now or
later this country would be at war with these creatures and who knows what they
had in their arsenal in today's times. Hell ! He told himself, first there was
Korea and now Vietnam and then there was the Russia and Cuba thing just a few
months ago, now this in December.
The president chief of staff (Kenneth O’Donnell) came in and informed him
they had found what appeared to be Santa Clause. It took only a few hours with
the help of the state department and those that came in from England having
taken the lead on this. The Santa Cause had been found in an abandoned theater
in the city of D.C. Dancing the Nutcracker suite, he had died of exhaustion continually dancing and never once stopped for all those days. Even his dead
body was dancing a jig to the nut cracker musical. It stopped when the music
was turned off.
John Fitzgerald Kennedy knew what he had to do that night. At first light
America would be at war. At war with the most evil creatures he now knew to
exsistance.
The Sugar Plum Fairies.
Over the course
of the next many months they were able to fight them but the losses were great.
The new media was put into the closet and was never allowed to know of just
what was happening. On February 11, of 1963 the president created the Domestic
Operations Division of the CIA to combat the fairy war here in the United States.
This one act had ramification that would go on into the coming years like a
bell reverberating around a church stone walls. It ended with the internment of
the sugar Plum fairies being imprisoned under Alcatraz Island in San Francisco
during the summer of that year. Later on, a rouge assassin from the fairy folk
would be in Texas waiting, waiting for the president to feel safe and confident
enough to take a ride down the highway with the top down. You remember the
magic bullet theory don’t you? Well their not just whistling dixy there. That’s
why there are still unanswered question. We’re at war with them from those that
have escaped to flourish in our world. Some days we win and others we lose.
Allow
me to leave you with this to ponder late at night on as you go about your lives
in the quiet of the world. Have you ever noticed the animals and the insanity
they do? How they suddenly beach themselves from the ocean, birds falling from
the sky without notice or rhyme. The swarm of locus, gathering and feeding on
the feed of our crops or the mice and rats, gathering again and again to swarm
into our cities. Look it up why don’t you. You have google.com, just put the
question in there and see for yourselves. It’s the fairies infecting them.
Haven’t you ever
wonder why little Jack Horner put his thumb into the pie and pulled out a plum.
Will it wasn’t because it was fruit. It’s the only way to kill them creatures. “Fire”
You see they were trapped inside and he baked them in an oven. He was one of us,
fighting them.
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