The belladonna drops in Birdie's eye led to strange dreams. Bird saw a great scarab beetle which somehow she knew was Gandalf. He was crawling over ancient parchment scrolls, many crumbling to dust and lace. "Do not meddle in the affairs of wizards," he addressed her mildly, "for they are subtle and quick to anger."
Then a huge, glowing butterfly was hovering over her, and with a stern, angry face it said "Where is it?" before swooping down on her. Suddenly the butterfly turned into a specter of an Elven wraith, bloodied by many sword strokes, arms outstretched, with maddened eyes.
Birdie woke with a start just as Holly, by the bedside, turned the hourglass over once again.
[ July 25, 2002: Message edited by: Birdland ]
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