My daddy told me that I’m wrong, that my neighbor is, “in fact, a lady named Mrs. Houghton,” but he’s talking about the incorrect neighbor. Isa tells me she lives in the tree in our yard. That she lives in a tiny house with a tiny porch and a tiny dog. I haven’t seen her house or her dog but she tells me about them all the time. We play a lot. She likes to play mom and I play daughter. She’ll tell me to go and play in the sandbox, and then she calls me for dinner. Then she sets out a little dinner set that is too tiny for me to hold. I tell her this but she tells me to eat my tiny vegetables. Even though they are small, they still taste bad. Sometimes she takes me on walks past the backyard. We go into the woods and then daddy calls me back. But this time we were too far away. She told me about the river. I’ve never been to a river before. So we went. And it was so big and fast! There were fish and birds and rocks and new, big trees. She told me to climb one and I did, but I scraped my knee and it hurt. Then I couldn’t get down and she was too small to help. I cried and cried and cried but no one came. It got dark and I finally just jumped down. I hurt my ankle very bad so I sat down. Then Isa came, but she wasn’t tiny anymore. She wasn’t a fairy anymore. I had never seen her like that, she looked tall‍ and kind of scary, but I love her and she is a sweet neighbor. She carried me into the river and we got wet but it was okay. She said that she was taking me to her big house. When we got there, we played mom and daughter again. But this time the vegetables were full sized. I ate them but they were still yucky. Then someone knocked on the door. Isa opened it and it was my daddy! But he looked angry. He told me to close my eyes so I did. Then Isa said something I didn’t hear and there was a squishy sound. Next thing I knew, daddy was carrying me back over the river, but he was kind of sticky. He told me that, “in fact, we do have a faerie neighbor.” I was happy to hear that. But he also said that she wasn’t going to be coming back and I was sad. I don’t like Mrs. Houghton and I did like Isa. I asked daddy why she wasn’t coming back and he said, “because we aren’t supposed to have faerie neighbors.”