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[aid] => mick
[title] => Caterpillar Invasion.
[time] => 2005-08-14 03:58:28
[hometext] => For those of you that like creepy crawly things. LOLs bernard2
[bodytext] => I did not sleep well in fact I got up three times during the night. I carefully checked the doors and windows. The feeling that something was going to happen was very strong. In the morning during my washing and shaving, I still had this feeling. A slight nagging deep down in the back of my head causing light pearls of perspiration to cover my forehead. I eat my breakfast and while drinking my second cup of tea the feeling was so strong that I left the house and went to the woods to see if the Fairies too had this feeling. Yes, the Fairies had the feeling no one knew anything but all were on tenterhooks something was going to happen. Then from the sky came the attack, thousands upon thousands of caterpillars were dropping from out of the clouds and eating all of the green vegetation. We were under attack! Who were the attackers? Her Majesty the Fairy Queen Feeana came, saw what the caterpillars were doing, and waved her Magic Wand. The caterpillars turned into the most beautiful butterflies and we were once more safe in Fairyland. Queen Feeana took from her robes a small mirror. This mirror as we all knew was magic it was a truth mirror. The Queen looked into the mirror and saw that the caterpillars were coming to us on the high Atlantic winds that a Sorcerer was sending them from the Amazon. Thousands and thousands of such Caterpillars are on the way Queen Feeana must stop them at once. Another wave of her Magic Wand and the winds dropped. It was so quiet without the noise of the wind that I myself thought I had gone deaf. The butterflies would not live long here in our climate and Queen Feeana sent them back to the Amazon where they could live a natural butterfly life. The Queen then went back to her lovely home and soon news was that she was on a small holiday for while. In reality, Queen Feeana a Leprechaun and I were traveling by magic to the Amazon. The Sorcerer had underestimated the power of Queen Feeana’s magic and thought that as he was so far away from the Queens home that he was safe. He had taken no steps to protect himself or his jungle dwelling. We made a perfect landing right in the middle of his living room. The room smelled badly from damp and moldering plants of which many were in the room. The Leprechaun hid himself behind a large pot filled with strange long leaves. I hid behind the sofa and her Majesty disappeared. We did not have long to wait a hideous ugly old man came through the door and lit a small fire under a cauldron. He threw pieces of leaves and mushrooms into the cauldron. Then a bottle of some oily substance he poured into the mixture and then I saw them. Caterpillars were coming out of the pot thousands were crawling out to the door. In front of the house, a tornado was drawing the caterpillars up into the Earth’s atmosphere. The Leprechaun threw some orange powder into the cauldron and I found myself pushing the sofa onto the fire. In the middle of all this Her Majesty waved, her Magic Wand and the sorcerer turned into a caterpillar. He crawled to a plant that had long leaves like a banana and we saw him gradually change into a most beautiful butterfly. The sofa was burning brightly and the flames quickly spread all over the house when we went nothing to show that a wicked sorcerer had ever lived here was to be seen. The jungle soon took over and now trees and plants with some of the most beautiful orchids grow where once the house of the sorcerer stood. Her Majesty waved her Magic Wand and once more the bright flash a puff of smoke and we were again in Fairyland where the Fairies wanted a detailed report of all that we in the Amazon had seen and done. Knowing that the wicked Sorcerer was now a most beautiful butterfly there was much joy and laughing was the motto of the day in fairyland. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 173 [topic] => 43 [informant] => bernard2 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 13 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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