On a cold winter night, when the moon is nearly full and bright in the sky, you hear laughter. At first, you can't place it, but then you feel little pokes and prods, tugs on your hair, your clothes. Sometimes you think you see something out of the corner of your eye--a small, icy body. Sometimes you hear wings flapping in the night. As long as you are out in the cold, you feel eyes on you and you find yourself the target of small mischief from what seems to be icy little fairies, though they move too fast for you to see or grab. They never speak, only laugh. When you go inside, or venture to anywhere with too much light or heat, they seem to disappear and do not bother you again.Dani should not have been out, but she was on the way from a friend’s house and she was late. It was cold; it was deep winter. The moon was full and bright as she headed home. She was really late. Later than she thought. Dani looked up. Was that laughter she heard? She stopped running for a minute and looked around for the sound. Suddenly there was a little tug in her hair. She slapped at it and turned around. No one there. Suddenly, there dozens of little pokes and hundreds of little prods. Laughter rang in the air as she cried out and fell to the ground, bad ankle hurting like heck.
