Many years ago as a young lad ,I was enthralled by the many stories told to me by my grandparents. One in particular put a chill into my bones. My grandmother told me that you should never whistle while alone in the woods as fairies would take you away and you might never return. Shortly after hearing this story from my grandmother a friend and I decided to go trouting in Anderson's pond about 2 kms north of GrandFalls-Windsor. As he had chores to do I decided to meet him in there and get a head start in catching the trout. I cut an alder, fitted it with a black line and hook and started to catch a few mud trout. An hour later he still was not there and I began to feel nervous as black bears were often seen in the area. To relax I started to whistle when suddenly I remembered what grandmother told me about the fairies. I started to shake uncontrollably and my stomach started to churn. I dropped the pole, left the trout on the the ground, and started to run for home. I fell flat on my face a couple of times into the bog and mud but did not stop until I reached the town.It took me a while to get over that fear, and needless to say , my buddy knew I wasn't too happy.   Submitted By: Ed Power