Get Sleepy: Sleep meditation and stories - A Sleepy May Day Adventure
Episode Date: May 1, 2023Narrator: Thomas Jones 🇬🇧 Writer: Alicia Steffann ✍️ Sound design: leafy breeze, birdsong 🍃🐦 Includes mentions of: Food, Magic, Children, Spring, Fire, Time Travel, History, Birthday...s, Religious Traditions, Music. Welcome back, sleepyheads. Tonight, we’ll travel along with Norah, who starts her afternoon doing a simple dance around the maypole and ends up on a fantastic journey through history and across the European continent. 😴 Watch, listen and comment on this episode on the Get Sleepy YouTube channel. And hit subscribe while you're there! Enjoy various playlists of our stories and meditations on our Slumber Studios Spotify profile. Support our Sponsors Check out the great products and deals from Get Sleepy sponsors: getsleepy.com/sponsors/ Support Us - Get Sleepy’s Premium Feed: https://getsleepy.com/support/. - Get Sleepy Merchandise: https://getsleepy.com/store. - Apple Podcasts: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/get-sleepy/id1487513861. Connect Stay up to date on all podcast news and even vote on upcoming episodes! - Website: https://getsleepy.com/. - Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/getsleepypod/. - Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/getsleepypod/. - Twitter: https://twitter.com/getsleepypod. Get Sleepy FAQs Have a query for us or need help with something? You might find your answer here: Get Sleepy FAQs About Get Sleepy Get Sleepy is the #1 story-telling podcast designed to help you get a great night’s rest. By combining sleep meditation with a relaxing bedtime story, each episode will guide you gently towards sleep. Get Sleepy Premium Get instant access to ad-free episodes, as well as the Thursday night bonus episode by subscribing to our premium feed. It's easy! Sign up in two taps! Get Sleepy Premium feed includes: Monday and Wednesday night episodes (with zero ads). The exclusive Thursday night bonus episode. Access to the entire back catalog (also ad-free). Exclusive sleep meditation episodes. Discounts on merchadise. We’ll love you forever. Get your 7-day free trial: https://getsleepy.com/support. Thank you so much for listening! Feedback? Let us know your thoughts! https://getsleepy.com/contact-us/. That’s all for now. Sweet dreams ❤️ 😴 Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices
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Welcome to Get Sleepy, where we listen, we relax and we get sleepy. As always I'm your host Thomas and I'm so grateful that you've tuned in.
Tonight's story was written by Alicia and I'll be reading it to you.
The first of May has long been celebrated.
For some it has been a time to look ahead and hope for an abundant year.
For others it's marked because of its calendar date, located halfway between the spring
equinox and the summer solstice.
And thanks to the fact that May 1st coincided with other historical events, it has become
wrapped up with all sorts of celebratory traditions, both pagan and Christian. Tonight we'll travel along
with Nora, who starts her afternoon doing a simple dance around the Maipong, and ends
up on a fantastic journey through history and across the European continent. By the time she finds herself back home again, she'll
have a much better understanding of how Mayday has evolved through the years.
Don't forget that we always welcome your story ideas or any suggestions you might have for the show.
You our listeners have given us some of our most creative and unique topics and themes,
so please do keep them coming.
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So now it's nearly time for tonight's story. But before we begin, just make sure you're as comfortable as can be, lying in a position
that invites a sense of relaxation and coziness. Bring your attention right into the present moment, focusing on how your body feels as
you rest here in bed. Starting at your head, feeling the soft support of the pillow below, scan down through your
body one section at a time. As you scan through, try to maintain an air of gratitude.
Be thankful to each and every part of your body for the role it plays in keeping you
alive and thriving. Be thankful too for the support of your comfy bed, giving each and every part of your
body another opportunity to rest tonight. This is your time to slow down, to let go of tension and of the thoughts
and worries of daily life. While you rest through the night, there is no reason to problem solve or to worry.
It isn't helpful right now.
So just take this opportunity to be grateful and accept the invitation of rest as you enjoy
the comfort of your bed. It's time to hear our story.
So in your imagination, picture a bright morning without a single cloud in the sky.
May is finally here after a long winter and you've awakened, refreshed and ready for
a lovely afternoon party. again. The first of May dawned bright and sunny.
Although there was still a spring chill in the air, the birds were up with the sun,
singing in full force. A light breeze ruffled the tender green leaves that were beginning to fill in the
tree branches. When Nora opened her eyes, she knew it was going to be a splendid day. The fine weather was especially important because Nora had been invited to a garden party.
Most years, the first of May came and went without much fuss. However, her friend Laurie had turned 13 the previous week.
She had the marvelous idea to celebrate her birthday with a Mayday themed outdoor party in her garden.
themed outdoor party in her garden. The invitation had stipulated festive spring attire, Ferries welcome. This mysterious dress code was delightfully non-specific. It had given Nora the perfect excuse to wear her prettiest new dress, and she was
planning to top it off with a delicate crown of flowers.
The garden party was at lunchtime. Nora was impatient for the morning hours to pass. When it was finally
time to leave for the party, she checked her reflection in the full-length mirror in
the hallway. Her dress was full-skirted and covered in a delicate floral print.
To keep her warm enough in the skirt float around her.
Then her mother handed her Laurie's sweetly wrapped birthday gift.
It was topped with a frothy pink bow.
It was time to go.
Nora's mother dropped her off at Laurie's front door with a wave, promising to pick
her up later in the afternoon. Standing at the end of the path to Laurie's house, Nora admired the beautifully decorated
front door, which was decked with bows of yellow flowers.
She approached the house, rang the doorbell, and stood expectantly on the doorstep.
Laurie opened the door and beamed at Nora.
The birthday girl was dressed from head to almost like a ballerina costume, sky blue with a fluffy toolscrapped.
Her hair was styled with elaborate braids and piled on her head, decorated with a sparkly little crown.
She clapped delightedly at the sight of her friend and then turned to show her costume
from the back, where two gauze wings hung from her shoulders. She was already to be the fairy queen of her birthday party.
Taking Nora's hand, Laurie pulled her excitedly through the house, stopping to show her where to leave her gift.
When they emerged in the backyard, Nora was open-mouthed at the beautiful scene.
They walked through a gorgeously decorated floral bowler, and she found herself standing in front of a tent that sheltered a lavish buffet.
Tiny tea sandwiches were neatly arranged on large platters. of sparkling juices, glowed ruby red and lemony yellow in the sunlight.
Laurie's mother had also put out her fine china for the occasion.
It was carefully stacked at the end of the table with its traditional blue pattern. Little silver forks and spoons were arranged
nearby.
Best of all, instead of a single cake, there was a tower of elegant pastries. Nora could see small cupcakes, delicate pastel cookies, and adorable
tarts in frilly paper cups. Despite her punctuality, Nora was not the very first person to arrive.
A few other friends from school were milling about the yard in various interpretations of
party dress, chatting and eyeing the lunch table. But very best of all, right in the middle of the garden, there was a tall maipal,
a floral arrangement adorned to the top, and it had long silky ribbons hanging from it in a riot of colors, pink, yellow, blue, green and white.
Nora had never actually danced around a mapehole and she was curious to find out how it worked.
to find out how it worked. The lunch and buffet was soon being served. Time passed quickly and pleasantly at the party. Gifts were opened and, before Nora knew it, Laurie's mother was gathering the guests around the
mapeong and explaining how the dance would work. Nora could tell that Laurie had practiced practiced beforehand. Queen of the proceedings, she stood confidently, holding a bright pink
ribbon in her hand. With her mother's help, she demonstrated how half of the guests would go in each direction around the pole, weaving in and out.
If they did their dance correctly, the pole would be braided in a consistent pattern by
the time they ran out of ribbon. All the children stood around expectantly, making humorous faces at each other.
When the music started, but they were soon
laughing with delight as they correctly navigated the dance, slowly braiding their silken ribbons
around the pole. As Nora became more confident, she skipped more exuberantly, letting the ribbon fly up
and down, as she went in and out. The breeze was cool on her warm face as she gathered speed and relaxed into the pattern.
There was a lot of cooling out as a child here or there made a mistake.
But Nora was flying effortlessly through the moment, relishing the sunshine on her face and the music in the air.
At that moment, something a little strange happened. The entire party scene
The entire party scene faded away and she felt like time stood still. The sunshine and the wind were still there, but she felt like she had gone somewhere, as
if the earth had shifted smoothly under her feet and the scenery had changed.
She stopped to get her bearings.
When she lifted her head, she couldn't believe her eyes.
Nora was no longer in Laurie's garden.
Instead she was standing in a bustling street.
Everywhere she looked, there were people wearing colorful draped robes.
They were bartering, talking, laughing and riding horses.
Although she stood out to mung them in her frilly party dress, nobody seemed to see
her.
Its very festive isn't it, said a female voice behind her.
Nor returned to look at a statuesque woman with a crown of wildflowers on her head. She too was clad in the colorful draped fabric
Nora had observed on everyone else. Unlike everyone else however, she appeared to actually see Nora.
Where am I? Nora asked in confusion.
The women gestured widely to the scene in front of them.
Why? You are in Rome, of course.
room of course. Looking around again, Nora examined the style of the clothing and the classical architecture of the buildings. She realised it was as if she had stepped inside inside a picture in one of her history school books.
Tunning back to the woman, Nora had another question.
And who are you, she asked?
Smiling magnanimously, the mysterious lady said,
Well, I'm flora, of course, the goddess of flowers.
Nora considered the festive wreath on her head and her elegant dress, and not it. This made perfect sense.
The woman pointed to a small building not far away. It had a peaked triangular roof that was supported by several pillars in front of it.
That's my temple over there. You are very fortunate to be in Rome during the festival of Floralia.
Nor a toe call this information in and turned to watch a chariot drive by. The driver was finally attired and important looking and the horse ran with an elegant
gate. As the chariot disappeared into the crowd, leaving a cloud of dust, she
asked, what's the festival for?
Flora nodded as if this were a very normal question.
Well, it's a wonderful reason to give everyone several days of feasting and celebrations.
It's especially in honor of a fertile year to come.
Spring is after all when the new year of life appeared to be enjoying
themselves immensely. Not far away, some sort of theatrical performance was happening on a large wooden stage.
The players were gesturing dramatically and the onlookers were smiling. From the laughing
of the crowd, it appeared to be a comedy.
Flora pointed to a massive structure straight ahead and said, the center of the activity
is the circus maximus.
Nora looked more closely at the enormous building. It was oval in shape and appeared to
be an open air theatre of some type. People were streaming in and out of the entrances in large numbers, as if some were leaving an event and others were
arriving for the next one. Outside, under the stands, the ground level
around the perimeter of the stadium was lined with columns. In the open arches of the columns,
she could see lots of activity. It looked like perhaps there were shops there.
There was so much going on that she hardly knew what to look at first.
Just then a cheer arose from inside the forum.
Flora noticed Nora's look of surprise and explained.
There are many different types of entertainments that take place inside the circus maximus during
the days of Floralia.
For example, right now they are having horse races.
If you can imagine, up to 150,000 people can fit in there.
Nora raised her eyebrows in disbelief. It was true the stadium was much larger than any she had ever seen before.
Is it just wealthy people she asked?
Flora shook her head and smiled.
All are welcome at the festival of Florania.
Then she added, although it's true that not everyone gets to sit in the best seats.
Nor are not it as if she understood. That didn't sound so different from what she'd experienced.
When she had been to the theatre with her parents, they were often sitting very far in the
back. The goddess started slowly walking and Nora followed to hear what else she had to say.
If you were to stay until night time she told Nora, you would see many people going to banquets and theatrical shows. They liked torches and celebrate all night.
There are six entire days of games. One year there was even a tight rope walking elephant.
walking elephant. At this, Nora clucked a hand lightly over her mouth, amazed. The two of them stopped to watch a performance of mimes. A small crowd of people had gathered around them.
These revelers were wearing humble clothing that looked more ordinary than the fine togas
of some of the other people milling about.
However, they didn't seem to feel out of place and were laughing and enjoying the show.
While she stood there, some exuberant people danced by throwing small beans at everyone.
everyone. Flora put her hand up as if to ward off the rain of legumes.
What is that for?
Nora asked.
Well, it's to symbolize fertility, of course.
Flora responded laughing. In order to encourage my blessing, there will be a bundle of wheat brought to my temple
on May 3rd.
Then Flora added somewhat conspiratorially.
I would give them my blessing anyway, but it's nice to be noticed.
Nora chuckled at this.
She had never imagined goddesses to be so approachable.
Another cheer emanated from the circus maximus.
Nor emotioned to the busy scene, saying, and to think, all we do for the first of May,
is dance around a pole for one day.
Flora smiled.
You know, she said.
There are actually some old-fashioned May poles around here too.
Norris scanned the street.
She didn't see any. Noticing her confusion, Flora added, they are more likely
to be found out in the country. People sometimes take the leaves and branches off of a tree and decorate it with flowers and ivy.
Flora gazed at the circus maximus as if reflecting upon its grand scale.
Then she turned her head to Nora and said, I think you've seen enough of Floralia for one day.
Most of the night time celebrations will be for the grownups.
Shall I send you on your way?
Nora was taken aback, sent me on my way, where am I going?
Flora looked at her kindly and put her hand on her shoulder.
Then she said, you'll see. Close your eyes and don't open them until I say so.
Within moments, the cheering, the clip-cop of horses hooves, and the laughter of the clouds, was receding.
Nora obediently kept her eyes shut tightly, even as she felt the spring air bloke colder around her.
her. She was standing surrounded by silence when she felt the hand leave her shoulder. And a gentle voice said, you can open your eyes now. The scenery around Nora had completely changed.
It was very dark now and she was standing the woman was no longer the goddess Flora.
Instead, a nun was gazing upon her, smiling serenely.
Nora asked the woman where they were.
You are in ice-tat in Bavaria, she said calmly.
Sensing Nora's confusion, she continued.
I am Valperga. I am now considered to be a saint, but I was once on a bath in the 8th century.
I studied medicine in England where I was born and became a Christian missionary here in Germany. I developed the monastery here into a center for education
and culture. Nora was impressed by this story. She regarded the soberly attired woman before her. But what did you do to become a saint?
Valparga nodded as if she expected this question. A lot of sense to Nora, but she still had questions. What does this
have to do with Mayday? Volperga shrugged. The date of my canonization as a saint happened to be May the First.
People were already lighting bonfires the night before May 1st, as a symbolic protection
from witchcraft. somehow, my identity became linked to the fires, and now there is a traditional belief that
I can also ward off witchcraft.
Now Saint Volpergis Night is celebrated in many countries on the evening of April 30th, although the traditions vary.
Nora rubbed her arms. She was feeling a bit chilly. It was as if Valpaga could read her thoughts. She said, it's quite cool,
and there's not much to see here at the moment, is there. Come with me. I'll show you where some of the festivities are underway.
Obediently, Nora accepted her hand and followed her a few steps into the dark. They had walked only a short distance when they saw a blazing bonfire up ahead.
There were people around the fire singing songs.
The red and orange flames danced wildly, casting a flickering light on all the people standing around.
Some children were holding green branches.
Nora overheard one of them being praised by a parent who said that will be perfect to decorate the house.
Nor returned to look at Volpaga, who was smiling at the fellowship around the fire.
This is one of the simpler traditions, she said.
In later years, in other countries, the celebration becomes far more elaborate.
This made Nora curious to hear more. She tilted her head inquisitively and waited for Valpaga to continue.
Finland is an excellent place to be for Valpaga's, she added. In fact, I hope it's not prideful for me to tell you that Falpargis is one of the four
most important festivals of the year there.
Nora raised her eyebrows, impressed. The nun folded her hands into her robes and continued.
The event begins with an elaborate carnivores on the night of April the 30th. In the morning, fancy picnics are set up in public places, and the celebrations continue
with lovely food and drinks.
Groups of friends fill the public parks, laying grand picnics.
and picnics. Under the blossoming trees, they feast, often on white tablecloths, and with candelabras and fine dinnerware. Then the nun said, rather sternly. Of course, I don't concern myself with these lavish things.
But she added, students are especially prone to take part in these festivities, and some
of them do get up to mischievous high jinks in honour of the holiday.
But it's all in good fun.
Nora was delighted by the picture in her mind and was eager to hear more.
Volpaga continued.
In the Czech Republic, it is traditional to search for a blossoming cherry tree
and to kiss a lady underneath it at midnight.
Volpaga pretended not to be surprised that Nora was looking scandalized.
She continued, I'm just telling you about the traditions, I didn't create them. Nor a giggled, she liked this very candid nun.
The two of them stood quietly for a moment, enjoying the crackling bonfire and the strains
of the lovely coral singing from the crowd. The sparks rising into the darkness were mesmerizing, and Nora found
herself sinking into a mild trance. Then, Valpaga turned to Nora and said, Valperga has a lot in common with the tradition
of Beltane.
Did you know that?
Nora farrowed her brow and shook her head. She had not heard of this other holiday.
The nun nodded, smiling, and placed her hand on Nora's shoulder,
telling her to close her eyes as Flora had done.
close her eyes as Flora had done. Knowing what was coming next, Nora gladly complied, holding her breath a little with anticipation. As she did, the loud crackling of the bonfire faded.
The singing voices of the revelers appeared to drop away one by one.
Even with her eyes closed, she sensed the inky darkness around the bonfire, lifting, as if the sky were lightening
around her.
The last thing she noticed was the sound of cows blowing nearby. Then she heard the bleeding of a goat quite near to her, and without thinking,
she opened her eyes. Nora was surprised to find herself standing in a farm yard.
The animal noise was coming from a white goat that was stood a few feet away.
Behind her she could see a simple stone building with a gable d thatched roof. The windows and door were both decorated
with yellow flowers. Nor a notice that the lowering of the cow was coming from inside the building. It occurred to her from her history lessons
that this house might be a buyer, which meant the rolling green pastures in every direction dotted with
a few similar dwellings.
As the neighbour got smoke coming from his chimney yet?
This strange question in a dull-set tone came from someone now standing in the door of the
cottage.
It was a girl about her age dressed in a home-spun skirt and blouse. Smiling as if it were not at all strange to find Nora
on her land, she pointed at one of the nearby houses. There was a small curl of smoke emanating from its chimney. Mother is very superstitious, the girl said.
At dawn during baltane she doesn't like to light our fire until the neighbours fire
has been lit first. Without waiting for Nora to react, the girl skipped towards her with some excitement.
Of course she continued, there will be lots of fires soon.
Grand bonfires will be lit on the hillside so that the farmers can drive their cattle between them.
It's meant to give them protection from misfortune as they head out to summer pasture, she explained.
Undeterred by Norris Silence, she went on.
undeterred by Norris Silence, she went on.
And then everyone would douse all their household fires, of course,
and relight them from the baltane bonfires.
Winking, she added, one can never be too careful, right?
Nor are nodded emphatically.
She certainly could not disagree with such a philosophy.
The girl accepted this as sufficient. I'm Fiona, she offered matter of factly.
Then she held out her hand, revealing three pieces of coal.
Notting to the side of the house, she said, I have to put these under the butter churn.
It keeps the fairies from stealing our butter.
Mother normally keeps the churn in the kitchen, but she was scrubbing it this morning.
Then she motions to the floral bow over the doorframe.
And that there should keep the fairy folk out of the milking pale as well.
Normally, we send some milk over to our neighbour in the morning,
but it's bad luck on Belting. Loering her voice, she added,
you might find your cow's milk transferred to the neighbor's cow if you do.
Nora followed Fiona to the newly scrubbed butterchern
and watched her wedge the coal pieces underneath it.
Having finished this task, Fiona appeared at her own dirty hands and wrinkled her nose.
I'm going to go and wipe these on the wet grass. I can't very well show up at the celebrations like this, can I?
Laughing at her own joke, Fiona tripped across the farm yard to the nearby grass and began
wiping her hands there. As Nora followed, Fiona looked over her shoulder and said, did
you get some of the dew this morning? Nora was perplexed. You, she asked questioningly.
Fiona stood and put her freshly white hands on her hips and made a skeptical face.
Did you miss the chance to take some of the bell-tained you from the grass and put it on
your face.
Then as if passing on a secret, she leaned in and lowered her voice, saying all the girls
know that it's likely to increase your beauty. If you want to catch anyone's eye at the feast, it can't hurt.
Nora looked at the belting feast.
Just then a woman called Fiona's name from inside the house.
Fiona looked at the doorway and as if the clock had struck the hour, she appeared to realise
it was time to go. Notting that Nora, as if it were the most expected thing in the world,
Fiona said, time to go then, you'll want to be off.
If you close your eyes for a few moments, you'll find yourself where you need to be.
Quite used to this routine by now, Nora did so without delay.
Again, the early May breeze blew lightly around her.
Just for a moment, she soaked up the smell of the fresh green grass and the straw scent of the farm.
The goat bleated again somewhere nearby.
Then she sensed that Fiona and her thudched bire had disappeared. She waited patiently to find out where she would end up next.
The first thing Nora noticed was the sound of cheerful fiddling. As she stood, trying to keep her eyes closed
for a few more seconds, she became aware of the low murmur of a crowd as well. She sensed she must be surrounded by a lot of people.
Slowly opening her eyes, she saw that she was standing on a village green in the middle
of a party. It still seemed like early morning, but festivities were in full swing as if they'd been going
on for hours.
Looking around her, she saw revelers talking, laughing and eating. Kalan Mai is quite a scene, isn't it?
Set a woman's voice behind her.
Turning around, Nora saw a very pretty, young looking lady.
She had a beautiful wreath of dainty flowers on her head, and her hair was very long and lovely.
As if noticing noris scrutiny of her headwear, the woman reached up and adjusted her crown.
Yes, I'm the May Queen, she explained.
It's quite an honour.
Last night, as they do every year, two men dressed up to represent winter and summer. They battled
in a mock fight,, he always does naturally.
Then the man representing Summer chooses a May Queen and a King, modest, considering the great honour.
She imagined it must have made her very proud to win over the many other ladies at the village
green. Nor is conversation with the May Queen was interrupted by loud caroling nearby.
The group of singers were serenading people at their doorsteps, many of which were decked with boughs of Hawthorn.
In each case, they were being warmly welcomed and they were awarded with food.
Nora and the May Queen stood watching them. They had their own harpist walking around with them and they were quite
good.
Nor as attention was drawn next to a group of people who had started a dance to the Fiddler's music. They were moving in pairs and the ladies had colorful
ribbons in their hands. Forward and backward, in and out, and circling around their partners, the dancers galey stepped to the music without making
a mistake.
Onlookers clapped in time and shouted out encouragement and jokes.
The makuin shook her head at the dances with a sigh.
I must admit, I'm rather tired.
Everyone's been celebrating since the fires were let last night.
Most of them haven't been home to their beds. Nor a thought for a moment that she could understand how they must be feeling.
She was getting pretty tired after her long trip, visiting all these strange places. She had to admit however that Kalan Mai seemed to be an awful lot of fun.
It was certainly more raucous than Laurie's garden party.
As this thought crossed her mind, Nora realized that despite all these interesting celebrations, she might like to be back home.
She turned to the May Queen and asked her if she might be able to help return her to her
Maypole in the garden. After all, these women of May Day all seemed somehow to be able to send her onward.
send her onward. Smiling sweetly, the May Queen nodded.
Then putting her hand on Nora's shoulder, she said,
You've been to quite a lot of places for one May day haven't you.
Noran nodded.
She was glad the lady understood.
Alright then, the pretty queen of may agreed.
Just close your eyes and I think I can help you land back where you started.
As Nora followed her instructions, the lady added, or as you can see from your journey, your Mayday Garden Party is less about the start and more about the destination,
isn't it?
Although she already felt the village green fading away, Nora realised that was true. She had discovered that her dance around the
Maypole was a tiny remnant of all the Mayday traditions that had come before it.
Then the spirited Fiddler's music was gone, and she once again had the tune that had been playing in Laurie's backyard.
She felt her feet moving underneath her, and the ribbons moving over her.
And Nora opened her eyes to discover that she had not missed a beat.
Should being around the world sailed through time and woven her ribbons exactly right, from Floralia to Kalamai and back
to the Maypole. That night, with the party long over, Nora sank gratefully into her soft and cozy bed at
home.
She couldn't remember when she'd been this tired. Her mother had left her window, cracked just enough to let in the early May breezes, but
to keep out the late spring chill. Sying deeply, Nora leaned her head back into her pillow and gazed at the floral wallpaper
in her bedroom.
She didn't normally think much about it, but now the sprites of little butts that decorated her walls took on a new
meaning. They made her think fondly of Flora and the May Queen. They brought to mind the doors of cottages, cheerfully defending their
inhabitants from unruly fairies. They meant that winter had given way to summer, and that the cows would return to the abundance of the pastures.
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