I absolutely loved a story I read recently about the Iceland MP, Árni Johnsen, who moved a boulder in which, he believes, a family of elves lives, to his garden to repay them for helping him survive a car crash.
Now, we can’t all claim to have seen an elf or a pixie, and few would believe us even if we did but, I for one, am willing to go with John Lennon’s sentiment:
“I believe in everything until it’s disproved. So I believe in fairies, the myths, dragons.”
I, myself, have been known to be quite partial to the ethereal world and love a little elemental or two, but imaginary beasts are not always welcome, especially when seeing is essential for believing.