Hi, Rebecca Sheer here, wishing you a happy, healthy new year. Here at Circle Round, we're taking time off this week to gear up for a bunch of exciting live recordings. Join us for Circle Round Live in Los Angeles on January 18th, Boston on February 7th and Cleveland on March 14th. Get your tickets at wbure.org slash Circle Round. And to now, we're pleased to present an encore edition of Circle Round. An episode from the archives that's become a big listener favorite. We'll be back with a new episode next Tuesday. Have you ever made mischief? A little harmless mischief can be fun. My son recently put a whoopie cushion on my chair at the dinner table and, well, we all had a good laugh about that. But in today's story, the mischief doesn't come from a playful young boy. It comes from some impish fairies. And they don't just make mischief, they wreak havoc. I'm Rebecca Sheer and welcome to Circle Round. Our story time happens all the time. Today our story is called the Fairy Fort. Most of this tale come from Ireland, a country in northern Europe. Some really great people came together to bring you our adaptation of this folktale, including Taylor Richardson and Alison Wright. Taylor Richardson stars in the Gilded Age on HBO Max. Emmy nominated actress Alison Wright stars in Snowpiercer on TNT, as well as the Americans and Fude, Betty and Joan on FX. And now Circle Round everyone for the Fairy Fort. Muriel and her younger brother, Declan, lived with their mother in a pale yellow farmhouse in the countryside. In the summer, when Muriel and Declan were off from school, every day began the same way. They were a hearty breakfast of fried eggs, potatoes and mother's famous soda bread. It was time for morning chores. Muriel went to the barn to milk the cows. Nelly, Elsa, time for your milk and Declan went to the pig pen to feed the pigs. Good morning, ya porkers. Ready for some yummy scraps. And mother went to the hen house to collect fresh eggs. Good day ladies. Woohoo! It looks like you had a busy night. After chores, mother went off to do her sewing, while Declan and Muriel enjoyed some free time before lunch. While Declan went outside to play, Muriel usually sat at the kitchen table and practiced her harp. Muriel's harp was made from gleaming rosewood with dozens of strings stretching up and down its curvy frame. But it wasn't a big tall harp like the ones you see in an orchestra. It was much smaller, just the right size for holding in your lap as you plucked its strings. One summer day, after breakfast and morning chores, Muriel was at the kitchen table practicing a lively jig when Declan came running in. Muriel! Muriel! Yes little brother. I was wondering, instead of practicing your harp this morning, how about you take a break and come outside with me? It's high season for wildflowers. We can go to the meadow and pick blue bells for mother. You know they're her favorite flower. Blue bells are mother's favorite aren't they? But I'll have to pass. I'm trying to learn this jig and I need to keep practicing. You come out and enjoy yourself. But wait, Declan paused by the door. What is it? Can you promise me one thing? Can you promise me that you won't pick any blue bells from the ferry fort? The ferry fort? Declan rolled his eyes. Are you talking about the circular mound of earth surrounded by a ring of trees where the so-called ferries supposedly make their home? So-called ferries supposedly make their home? Declan, you've heard mother's stories. Ferries are real. And so was their fort. And if you mess with it in any way, the ferries will use their magic and mischief to get revenge on you. Declan rolled his eyes again. Look, Miriel. Just because I'm the little brother doesn't mean you have to treat me like a baby. I know ferries aren't real. They're just a made up idea. They don't actually exist. Now Miriel rolled her eyes. Well, I may be the big sister, but I do believe in ferries. And I'm telling you, Declan, stay away from the ferry fort. You hear? But Declan didn't answer. He had already dashed out the door and headed for the wide rolling meadow where the sun's flash fields were exploding with wild flowers. Oh my! Look at all these blossoms! Golden buttercups, red clover, purple column-bine. What? What's this? Declan found himself staring at a ring of trees. As he peered through the branches, he noticed the trees stood around a grassy hill, with thousands of bluebells growing at the top. Goodness me! I've never seen so many bluebells growing in one place! This is the perfect spot to pick bluebells from other. Of course I know what Miriel would say if she saw this place. Circular mound of earth, ring of trees, blah, blah, blah. But come on. Even if the ferry fort were real, which it isn't, there are so many flowers here, the ferries will never notice if I pick a handful or two. So Declan made his way through the trees and up the hill, where he filled his basket with bluebells. Once he had gathered a nice bouquet, he returned to the pale yellow farmhouse, where Miriel was still practicing her harp. Big sister! Look! Miriel tucked her harp in her satchel and gazed at Declan's bouquet. My goodness, such a brother! What lovely bluebells! I could have picked dozens more! There must have been thousands of them growing on this funny round hill surrounded by a circle of trees. I can't wait to show them. Hold on a second. Miriel held up her hand. Did you say a funny round hill surrounded by a circle of trees? The bluebells were growing on a funny round hill surrounded by a circle of trees. Well, yes. Declan, what did I tell you? That was the fairy fort. You picked flowers from the fairy fort. I told you that you mustn't ever... Look, sister, I know what you told me, but I also know what I believe. Or what I don't believe, rather. And I don't believe in fairies, or they're fairy fort. Well, something tells me you'll be believing in both those things before long. According to mother stories, the fairy sleep during the day. When it's sundown, they wake up in party all night long. With music and dancing. But when the fairies wake up tonight and discover some of their bluebells are missing, I suspect they won't be throwing a party. I suspect they'll be throwing a fit. And they'll want revenge on you. What do you think? Will the fairies work their magic and mischief to get revenge on Declan? Or is Declan right? And the fairies are nothing more than a fairy tale who will find out after a quick break. The reviews are in and super fans like you are loving the Circle Around Club, an exciting opportunity to support public radio and get cool stuff, including ad free episodes and a personalized birthday message from me. What I like about the Circle Around Club is that Rebecca Sheer sends her messages and it supports the show. And there are no ads. Grownups support public radio and sign up today at wbur.org slash Circle Around Club. Welcome back to Circle Around. I'm Rebecca Sheer. Today our story is called The Fairy Fort. Before the break, Muriel worried that her little brother Declan had picked bluebells from the Fairy Fort, a circular mound of earth surrounded by a ring of trees. Muriel feared that when the fairies awoke at sundown to throw their usual all night party, they would discover the missing flowers and get revenge. Declan, meanwhile, didn't even believe in fairies. Little did he know that in a few short hours, he'd be singing a different tune. That night, at bedtime, Declan brushed his teeth, washed his face, then headed to his room. But the moment he laid down on his bed, out! He jumped right off. At the sound of Declan's carrying on, Muriel came bolting into the room. The so-brother, what's wrong? Declan pointed a quivering finger at his bed. I don't know what happened, sister. All I know is I climbed into bed and felt like it was full of thorns. Like a blackberry bramble had somehow sprung right out from the mattress. Muriel peered at Declan's mattress. She certainly didn't see any blackberry brambles. Carefully, she swept her hand across the flannel sheets. I don't know, Declan. Your bed seems fine to me. But it doesn't feel fine. Something was stinging me. I swear. All right. Don't worry. You can sleep in my room tonight. So Declan joined Muriel in her room. But the moment he laid down on her bed, out! He leaped right off. The thorns, sister, they're here too. I can feel them stinging me. Muriel sat down on the mattress. She didn't feel a thing. I don't understand what's going on, Declan. You're not trying to play a trick on me, are you? Of course not. Well then, I think someone is playing a trick on you. And a rather nasty trick at that. Oh, no. Muriel's eyes went wide. Declan's did too, because he knew just what his sister was thinking. Muriel, you don't believe the fairies are doing this to me, do you? As revenge for picking their blue bells? I can't think of any other explanation. Declan swallowed hard. Suddenly, believing in fairies didn't seem like such a baby-ish thing after all. So what do we do? I don't know. But I know someone who might. The siblings joined hands and raced to the kitchen, where mother was sipping her evening cup of tea. Muriel, Declan, what is it, dears? You look as though you've seen a ghost. So the siblings told mother all about the blue bells, the ring of trees around the circular hill, and the thorns Declan felt every time he lay down in bed. When they were finished, the wise woman let out a sigh. Well, children, I tried to warn you. What did I tell you about picking flowers from the fairy fort, which you've gone and done it? And now those impish sprites are most displaced. So displaced, they've cast a spell on our Declan here. What can we do to break the spell, mother? The only way to break a fairy spell is to make peace with them. You must do something that will please them. I know. I could return the blue bells I picked. That might please them. No, it'll take far more than that, I'm afraid. All right. So how about a gift then? What if we bring them something they find pleasing? Possible. Very possible. The question is, what? Declan scratched his head. Riches, silver coins, perhaps? Oh, fairies have no use for money. Fancy food? We could bring it to their party. Fairies don't eat human food, love. But they do like to party and dance and play music. At the mention of music, Muriel let out a gasp. Because suddenly she knew how to please the fairies. Or at least how to try. Listen you to. There's something I need to do. You both stay here in the house. And Declan, don't try sleeping in any beds. Just sit with mother and wait for me to return. Muriel pulled on her boots, grabbed her satchel, and sprinted out the door. The moon and stars lit her way as she hurried into the meadow. When she came to the ring of trees, she could see the fairy fort through the branches. And it was twinkling with lights and bursting with music. Oh my. Mother was right. The fairies do know how to party. And what wonderful dance music they play. It's no wonder they're... What are you doing here, human person? Muriel froze. A swarm of fairies came streaming from the mound. Their tiny eyes blazing and their tiny faces scowling. You're the one whose brother stole our blue bells. He came here to disturb our fart. And now you've come to disturb our party. Look at how to be our human person before we punish them. Just like we did, your brother. The fairies shot Muriel a withering glance before flitting back into the fort. Then the music struck up again and the fairies resumed their dancing. Muriel felt her heart pound and her body shake. For a moment she thought she should just leave well enough alone and go home. But then she thought of her brother. And when she heard a pause in the fairies music. As if the pint-sized musicians were taking a break, she saw her opportunity and decided to seize it. Here goes nothing. With trembling hands, she reached into her satchel and pulled out her harp. She knelt down, cradled it in her lap, and began to play. As note after note drifted through the air, the fairies began gliding out from the fort again. Only this time their eyes weren't blazing and their faces weren't scowling. Instead, their eyes were bright and their faces were beaming. Such beautiful music you play, human person. It's the perfect music for our party. We must dance! And so, they danced. They spun and twirled and worried, pranced and swayed and jigged. And when Muriel's music came to an end, the little sprites broke into a big round of applause. Well played, human person. You've made our party all the matter. How great! How can we reward you? Muriel shook her head and smiled. Oh, I don't need any reward. All I ask is that you please help my little brother and reverse your spell. The fairies went into a huddle and exchanged some hushed words. Then they looked back at Muriel. We shall grant your wish, human person, and reverse your brother's spell. But only if you're promised to come back and play for us. Our parties won't be the same without you. Muriel felt a rush of relief and gratitude. I absolutely welcome back and play for you. I promise I will. Thank you, fairies. Thank you. The pale yellow farmhouse was quiet when Muriel got back. Tipped towing upstairs. She was pleased to find Declan all snuggled up in his bed. Fast asleep. So the fairies made good on their promise. And after that fateful day and night, Muriel made good on her promise too. She returned to the fairy fort to play her harp for the fairies. Those tiny creatures with an enormous love for magic, mischief, and music. Now it's your turn. You can know when there are fairies around by creating your own fairy bells. To make your fairy bells, start with a small-ish-sized stick. Find some string or yarn, and thread it with jingly bells and beads. Next, wrap your string around your stick from end to end. Then use more string to hang your sticks somewhere outside your window. And next time your fairy bells tickle, you'll know a mischief is fairy might be close. This week's story, The Fairy Fort, was adapted by me, Rebecca Sheer. It was edited by Nora Sachs, Our original music and sound design is by Eric Shemelonis. Our artist is Sabina Han. Sabina has drawn a black and white coloring page for all 200 plus circle round stories, and you can color them in. Grown-ups visit our website, www.ubur.org slash circle round, and click on coloring pages. And while you're at www.ubur.org slash circle round, you can become a member of the Circle Round Club. You can get ad-free episodes, bite-sized bedtime stories, early access to circle round events, behind the scenes videos, even a personalized birthday message. Visit www.ubur.org slash circle round, and click circle round club. Special thanks to this week's actors, Evan Casey, Amory Seavritson, Chris Stinson, Taylor Richardson, and Alison Wright. Grown-ups watch for Taylor Richardson in the Gilded Age on HBO Max. Season 2 comes out soon. Check out Alison Wright in Snowpiercer on TNT, and coming up, you can see her in the second installment of the Ryan Murphy series, Feud Capotees Women. Our featured instrument this week was the Irish harp. You can learn more about this traditional harp of medieval Ireland and Scotland, and see a photo of Erickshaw Malone as playing one on our website. Again, that's www.ubur.org slash circle round. 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