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[sid] => 103811
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Feeana's Revenge.
[time] => 2005-08-18 06:00:40
[hometext] => Another Fairy-Tale from bernard2
[bodytext] => We were all in the woods it was a Saturday, the Fairies the Elves the Pixies and the Gnomes. I have never seen so many of the little people in one place before. I asked if there was any special do on that, I had not heard about. No one knew why so many were here. The only one that was not here was her Majesty Queen Feeana. All of the wise old Fairies were also here it must be something of importance that was taking place that I had not heard of. A message to Her Majesty asking why we were all gathered in this spot on a Saturday afternoon. Soon Her Majesty arrived and many were the questions put to her. Why seemed to be the main word this sunny Saturday Afternoon. Her Majesty was just as baffled as the rest of us as to why we were all here. There were no dances planned no general meeting in fact no one should have been here in this spot of Fairyland. Suddenly there was a bright flash and her Majesty turned into a large stone. There were screams from the little people. The wise old Fairies shook their heads and mumbled in the Fairy language. Looked all around but could find no enemy about this was very disturbing indeed to us all. All of us heard a mocking voice. I am the greatest Wizard in the whole of Fairyland even Feeana has no answer to my Magic. It was then I saw him hidden behind an old oak tree. By means of magic, He had called all of the Little Folk together. I too had heard his call unconsciously and had made my way into the woods. I got the wise old Fairies to send me to Her Majesties home I had an idea as to how we could get Her Majesty back into a living person. Four of the wise old Fairies pointed their wands at me and in a bright flash; I was at her Majesties home. I looked for and found the magic mirror looking into the mirror that was cloudy at first I gradually found the Wizard. I wanted to know how he had managed to out magic Her Majesty. I looked into the mirror for what seemed like hours and watched him going into the woods collecting all kinds of herbs. The herbs were all natural there was nothing out of the ordinary. I must admit I was very puzzled. I remained looking in the mirror until the wizard had boiled all of his herbs into an evil smelling mixture. Going to a shelf he took down a bright orange box in the box was a reddish powder the likes of which I had never seen. The Wizard emptied the box of powder into the mixture, which now gave off sparks. He plunged a magic wand into the mixture and the wand turned into gold. The wand was now looking like the Fairy Queens own wand. The Wizard experimented a little with his new wand and turned a chair into a stone to turn it back into a chair he took another blue box from the same shelf and sprinkled it over the stone. The stone turned back into a chair again. This is what I need I thought to myself but how to get it away from the Wizards home. I sent a mental picture to the wise old Fairies and they with the aid of their wands brought me back to where the stone was standing. I had brought the magic mirror with me, showed the wise old Fairies the house of the Wizard, and asked them to magic me there and bring me back in two minutes. This was easy the Wizard was still triumphing over his magic. In a flash, I was in the Wizards home and taking the blue box of powder with me, I found myself back at the stone. I threw the powder over the stone and Her Majesty returned in her full glory. I quickly explained what had happened. Her Majesties face went white and she took out her Magic wand and with the wise old Fairies began to chant in the old language. From her Majesties Magic wand, sparks flew faster and faster then the Wizard who was still behind the oak tree turned into a flush of water that quickly soaked into the ground and fed the oak tree. The Little Folk all went home and I with her Majesty and the wise old Fairies looked at the powder that was in the blue box. It turned out to be the ground down teeth of a dragon it was very old and we wondered how the Wizard had managed to get hold of it. A week later a dance to celebrate Her Majesties being well and to show the Little Folk that the Wizard was just a passing phase all had a wonderful time and the dancing and feasting went on right through the night. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 179 [topic] => 43 [informant] => bernard2 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 15 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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