Image is a “still” from the Dutch movie which was made inspired on the novel by Godfried Bomans.
This weeks task: Write a short story or poem in which you are telling about your adventures, as small as an insect. What kind of adventures you have? Are they scaring, or making you happy?
Harpsur of the Gredlits would wait for me each Friday to take me on his weekly muster around his property.
Harpsur would simply touch my finger and I’d be eye to eye with him. Over the years we had developed quite a rapport with each other and I looked forward to our Friday times together.
The Gredlits were a beautiful fairy folk who inhabited the far distance region of my fern garden. From the outside you’d never know that they farmed an area the size of any human farm. In the fairy world size is all relative.
Harpsur lived on a property that was immense in size and one which took him and his co-workers several days to travel the entire perimeter.
The Gredlits were the most hospitable of fairy folk. It was nothing for them to have many staying over at their place and Harpsur’s partner, Aridente, was the most patient and loving of any fairy I had ever met. They had four children who each worked on the farm doing their respective chores and having the same agreeable personality as their parents.
As hospitable and likeable as the Gredlits were their farming practices were meticulous and planned.
Unknown to me at first but the Gredlits farmed cockroaches. The ones I found in my house were not from Harpsur’s farm but rather ones that escaped long ago and set up their own breeding colonies under my house.
The Gredlits had developed their own farming practices to manage the cockroaches, which grew to a good size compared to the size of a Gredlit. But like I said before size was all relative.
The ferocious appearance of a cockroach was intimidating when you stood eye to eye with one. As their eyesight is very advanced the Gredlit has developed an ingredient they put into their food to prohibit the development of the roach’s eyes. Where the normal cockroach has excellent eyesight these farmed ones are lucky to see and inch or two in front of them.
When I first learned of them being farmed I was curious as to what they did with them.
In finding out I wasn’t always that comfortable with the answer. It seems to cockroaches are farmed for their bodies, which when dried out are ground up to make adhesive for the formation of the roads found around the fairy world. The substance you see between the cobblestones in any fairy village is in fact ground cockroach.
Harpsur used to say it was a business in the same way as we humans bred cattle, pigs and sheep for food so they did the same with the roaches.
Today we flew around the farm of the back of Harpsur’s flying fairy team, the Boeings. These were a gentle fairy whose wings had developed to carry up to four fairies at a time and they were prized among the fairy world and well paid for their services.
The Gredlits prided themselves on their farming practices and today their place looked good, the dams were full, the pastures green and healthy and the cockroaches placidly grazing on the special foods they were given.
Harpsur spoke to his second in charge selecting the roaches that were to be sent to the grinding mill the next week. As they hovered over them they would shoot a green die onto the backs of the selected roaches and the next day they would be mustered and arranged to be shipped to the mill.
After Harpsur would take me back to his home where Aridente would have a dinner ready for us. Gredlits ate a variety of food and none of which resembled anything I had ever tasted. As I sat around the table and joined in the feast before me I knew I was very privileged to be where I was.
Harpsur and his family were always interested in the tales I told of my world as I was keen to know more and more about their world.
By evenings end we would bid farewell to each other, with Harpsur leading me to the edge of the garden and with a deft touch of his finger send me back to my former size.
That night as I lay down to sleep a cockroach skittled across the floor, stopping momentarily to look my way as if to say, I have a story too you know…..