J is for Jingle

The sound floated across the garden for just a few seconds, but enough to catch her attention. She turned her head in the vague direction and sniffed the air. Then it came again, clearer this time, so she got up and trotted across the grass, following the noise. The dappled sunlight under the willow tree set the perfect scene: a group of tiny figures were dancing in and out around a ring of tiny toadstools, dresses made from apple blossom and their bare feet encircled with tiny silver bells that jingled as they stepped. For a moment she sat, curious. Then one of the creatures became aware they were being watched and turned and stared at her.
"But I'm a cat," she meowed, "we don't believe in fairies."
As the meaning dawned on them it was too late, and they vanished in a burst of sparkling dust.

(Words for my flash fiction A to Z supplied spontaneously by Monkey.)

(Linking back to the A to Z challenge)