The fae love miniature books, they hang around and learn about Zen and tea, about Peter Rabbit and history. They learn new words from outlandish dictionaries and sneak in whenever they can to read poetry.
Fae love poetry because to them it is life, as the guardian of the bookcase â€”a young fae by the name of Glynnâ€” often says.
I used to keep a small liquor bottle in that cabinet, but had to remove it.
Drunk Fae forget they can’t sing.
Drunk Fae also forget they should hush their voices as loud singing wakes the cats.
And cats like to sing along, in ear-piercing, howling voices that haunt you long after they stop singing.