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There was a little girl by the name of Ethel. She had an odd shaped head with hair of crimson and freckles all over her cheeks. When one day she asked her father: "Why must these specks appear as though they have been drawn on by the sun's rays, and why do they not wash?"
In regards to Ethel's inquiry, he father simply grinned and replied: "Oh, my dear Ethel. They are specks of gold, they are sunspots and--and they, they are very special, you see." In taking this in, she sighed with an expression of slight irritation, yet she could not get past what was so important about them. She knew her father had a tendency to make up fairy tales for her amusement, and though sometimes she grew tired of his nonsensical answers, she could not help but be captivated by his stories and so, she grew curious.


"Why, papa? Why are they special?" For a moment, her father began to question that himself since he only made it up just to please her. Her father looked off at a distance, trying to think of what to say next. He gazed around the room they were in. There were stacks of books covering the walls. Some looked as if they had been read in all sorts of occasions, for their bindings were worn and they had softer pages than the newer books. All around, this room was filled with the world. There were atlases from all sorts of map makers posted on the walls and artwork as well as trivial nick nacks aquired from past travels. It was heftily filled with foreign trinkets that if a passerby would walk into this room, he would feel nothing but lost in centuries of forgotten history; he would be mesmorized by how the world seemed to fit in this very room. But then his gaze stopped as he looked at a small figurine of a fairy. It was a small, frivilous little buy that was owned by his wife. It had porcelain skin with painted garb of blue and wings that looked almost frail. Maybe that is why it stays put, he thought, for the wings looked much too weak for flight. Then it came to him, the story for Ethel's inquistive heart, the story of the "sunspots".

To be continued...

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