Mr. Fish & Other Fantasy Tales. David Ph.D Dicaire
of course not. Do you think we are freaks of nature?”
“No, but-
“No, but you think we are. We are not freaks of nature; we are one of nature’s greatest assets. We are God’s hand maidens.”
“I always believed that.”
“Shut up tubby,” snapped Valonia.
Luther stepped back.
“You cannot photograph a fairy or any other creature in this forest.”
“Why?”
“Because we don’t want to be exposed to the world. If people knew we existed then they would destroy our homes, our way of life, eventually us. You are going to leave and never come back.”
“Our vehicle isn’t in the condition to go anywhere at the moment.”
“I can see that. I’m afraid that Mandala’s little prank went a little too far.”
“Who is Mandala?”
Mandala, a fairy, shot out from behind a tree with the camera shattered in pieces.
“Hey, that’s the fairy I saw last night.”
“That is a very expensive camera.”
“In your world it is, but in our world it is a weapon to be used against us.”
“Look, there has to be some kind of fair compromise.”
“What do you suggest?”
“Let us take one picture and we’ll call it even.”
“No.”
“Well then you owe us about fifty thousand dollars for all the equipment that was damaged.”
“Fifty thousand dollars means nothing to us. We have riches beyond any amount of money can buy in your greedy, materialistic world.”
“Riches?” Luther smiled.
“The type of riches that you will never get your hands on.”
“Okay we don’t want your riches. But I can guarantee that as soon as we are out of this place, we’re going to tell every able-bodied photographer where you are. They’ll turn this place into a circus and you’ll be the main attraction.”
“Oh really?”
Some of the fairies released their arrows and the tiny projectiles found their way into Luther and Desmond.
“Ouch, those things hurt.”
Both men passed out.
“Get to work quickly before they wake up.”
4
A couple of hours later, Luther and Desmond were sitting on the side of the highway parked in their camper truck. They looked around.
“Where are we?”
“I don’t know.”
“I don’t remember anything.”
“Neither do I.”
“Come on, let’s go find Bigfoot.”
“Okay.”
They drove off. A couple of minutes later, Luther pulled a sweet berry from his pocket.
“Where did you get that?”
“I don’t know, but I’m starving.” He bit into it and smiled.
“Hey, Desmond, do you believe in fairies?”
Desmond looked at him and smiled. “I hear that there are all kinds of creatures in the woods about twenty miles the other way.”
“Well let’s go and take some pictures. We’re going to make a million dollars.”
“Yeah, a million dollars.”
He pulled a sharp U-turn and headed in the opposite direction.
Конец ознакомительного фрагмента.
Текст предоставлен ООО «ЛитРес».
Прочитайте эту книгу целиком, купив полную легальную версию на ЛитРес.
Безопасно оплатить книгу можно банковской картой Visa, MasterCard, Maestro, со счета мобильного телефона, с платежного терминала, в салоне МТС или Связной, через PayPal, WebMoney, Яндекс.Деньги, QIWI Кошелек, бонусными картами или другим удобным Вам способом.