WA 2 draft 1

Mr. Grisby was a tall, fragile, skinny old man who was about to turn 83. Normally a person doesn’t mind turning 83, but Mr. Grisby was not a normal person.
It was 70 years ago to the day when Gary Grisby first found out that everything is not always what it seems. He was walking along a path in the woods staring at the ground. He noted to himself how fall had clearly come even in these rotting old woods, the crisp brown leaves that littered the floor and made a soft crunching noise when you stepped on them. Suddenly Gary saw something out of the corner of his eye. It was a simple glint of light off of a shiny object, but it intrigued Gary, so he followed it. He was never afraid of what could happen to you if you were walking alone in the woods at night, Gary followed the path about a half a mile, not caring that he had already gone way past the shiny object that the light had reflected off of. There, not ten yards in front of him was the most colorful creature he had ever seen in his life. Gary had never been one of those people who believed in fairy tales, but there in front of his was a pixie. At first Gary was mesmerized by its colorful wings and how whatever light there was always seemed to follow it, but what surprised him the most was that it was the only one there. Then in what had to have been less than a second, it saw him and started to fly away.
Gary ran as fast as his legs would carry him trying to get to the pixie, but Gary was at a disadvantage. The pixie had wings which could move faster than hummingbirds, and sounded like someone was singing a song in a whisper that could put you to sleep. Gary however was not fazed, he intended to catch the pixie or at least find out where it lived so he could come back. Gary was running as fast as his legs would carry him when he tripped and ran into a tree he looked up just in time to see the pixie turn a corner, and disappear. Gary searched all the trees and the area where the pixie was, just moments before, but it has vanished without a trace. The next day was a horrible and rainy day. When he woke up he went downstairs, said “Hi.” To the cat that simply meowed back and then went into the kitchen to talk to his mother. His mom was waiting at the kitchen table, her hand drumming to show Gary her disapproval. She waved at him to sit down next to her and the interrogation began.
“Where were you last night? You weren’t here when I got home from the shops!” His mother yelled.
“Oh erm, I was out in the woods.” Gary said trying to sound convincing.
“Well then I suppose it was all okay, seeing as how you idiotically went into the forest to frolic with the wolves.”
“Yeah, well uh the bus is here. Bye!” As soon as he got out of the house Gary went back to the woods.