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[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Fairy Dancing.
[time] => 2005-08-02 13:02:34
[hometext] => read and perhaps enjoy.
[bodytext] => I was invited to a dance to be held in Fairyland it was to be the last dance of the year before the winter months set in. I arrived early and sat myself under the old oak; it was my favourite seat when I was with the Fairies. Here I could see all that went on without myself being in any ones way. The Fairies would come and bring me sweet fairy cakes and goblets of elderberry wine. I sat in my position under the old oak sometimes until the dancing ended and all went home. The Fairies started to arrive in two’s and three’s until about fifty fairies were gathered. Most were excitedly discussing the dance that was to come. I myself wondered what orchestra would be playing the music. I hoped it would be the Gnomes who although they were so ugly the music they enticed from their instruments was really out of this world. At last, it was to be the gnomes they arrived each carrying his or her instrument. Then I saw the Leprechaun he was handsomely dressed in a forest green suit with large silver buttons. In one hand he held his baton for conducting in the other he held his rucksack. The musicians were now seated and had finished tuning their instruments. The Leprechaun stood in front of the orchestra and we all waited for her Majesty Queen Feeana to appear. Suddenly a flash of light and a whiff of smoke and Her Majesty stood directly in front of the orchestra. She was dressed in a gown that was so finely spun that is could only be of the finest gossamer spider web threads. The gown glittered with tiny sparks of light and I realised that her Majesty had called the glowworms to sit on her gown. The glowworms switched their lights on and off giving the gown the appearance that it was alive. Her Majesty nodded to the Leprechaun who raised his baton and the orchestra started playing one of the well-known Fairy melodies. It was a catchy tune and the Fairies paired off and a most graceful scene unfolded before my eyes. Slowly large butterflies and moths appeared among the dancers and the pairs were once more rearranged fairies and butterflies, Fairies and moths; I had seen nothing like this before I sat there listening to the music and watching the dancing couples as they gracefully flew by in the dance that only winged people can dance. Her Majesty came over to where I was sitting and I nearly fell over as I quickly raised my self to my feet. “Are you enjoying the dance Bernard?” she asked. I was so caught up with the music and the dancing that I stuttered that it was out of this world. Her Majesty smiled and passed on to another group of Fairies who were watching the dancing. She spoke to them and as she had appeared so she left a flash of light and a puff of smoke. We were alone again the Fairies I noticed fed the butterflies and moths with fresh honey. Fairies have an arrangement with the bees and they are given all of the honey they need. When Painting the flowers the Fairies put extra pollen in the flowers for the bees this arrangement is thousands of years old. Most of the sweet fairy cakes are made with honey and they are delicious. One dance after another was danced and the Fairies, the butterflies and the moths did not seem a bit tired. I think the honey and the Fairy cakes were giving them all that extra pep that dancers need when they dance the night through. A pause in the music made me turn to the orchestra. The Leprechaun waved and called me over. “Would you like to conduct for a while so that I may have one of these grand dances?” I had never before conducted an orchestra. “Are you sure that you want me to conduct?” I asked. The Leprechaun placed his baton in my hand and went to look for a partner. The baton was very light and I walked up to the orchestra who acknowledged me with a fanfare. I raised the baton and was surprised at how easy it was to conduct. I was actually reading the music in my head and waving the baton as if I had done nothing else all of my life. The Fairies were clapping and cheering me. Me that had never held a baton in my hand before, me with a wonderful knowledge of music I was really enjoying myself. I conducted about five dances then a flash; a puff of smoke and Her Majesty stood there in her magnificent gown and applauded me. She then whispered to me the baton is magic made for just this evening. I bowed to her Majesty and returned to my seat under the oak. The Leprechaun opened his rucksack and came to me with a pair of shoes made of the finest and softest of leather that I had ever seen. “Put these on, he said and ask her Majesty for a dance.” I put the shoes on to my feet and I seemed to float over to Her Majesty. I timidly asked her for a dance and we danced together until the Dance ended. I thanked her Majesty and went to give the Leprechaun his shoes back. “Keep them he said there will be many more dances and her Majesty has no real partner most of us are too small. I then went off home in a dream. I carried the shoes they were made with magic leather. I not only cannot conduct an orchestra. I cannot dance. Now I am looking forward to next year and the Fairy dances that I will attend now as dancer not just as a member of the audience. [comments] => 4 [counter] => 163 [topic] => 43 [informant] => bernard2 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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