The water sprite moved stealthily along the creek bed. It was irritated and unhappy as it had been demoted by the fairy king for being so-called slack on the job. Its wasn’t its fault it told itself that the Queen had been inconvenienced by him washing in the same spot as the Queen had come to bathe in. Had it known it would never have been there.

Now it had been removed from an exulted position within the fairy kingdom to a menial task of finding flatmacs in the creek bed.

This job required it to scour the creek bed for flatmacs, flat stones used to heat the King’s bed. They would be heated in the castle fire and when hot enough placed into the King’s bed.

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