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[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Fairy King.
[time] => 2006-01-13 05:35:52
[hometext] => please comment.bern
[bodytext] => The other day as I was washing the breakfast cup and saucer I was greeted by a fairy that had flown in through the open kitchen door. It was Morganfee. I like Morganfee she is always so cheerful and often makes me smile with her innocent ways of looking at life. “Don’t you like the fairies anymore?” she asked me. I was very surprised at this question. My house is open day and night to all of the little folk. I asked myself why she thought it necessary to ask this particular question. “You do not write about us anymore,” she shyly said. This was very true I have not written anything about the fairies for a few weeks. Not because I do not like fairies but nothing has happened for me to write about. I explained to Morganfee that I only write when I have something to write about and that nothing had happened in fairyland for a long time. I still like the fairies though and I would be going into the woods as soon as I had finished my shopping. The weekend was nearly on us and I had to replace the groceries and other things for the coming week. With this Morganfee said that she would wait for me at the edge of the woods or Fairyland. Nothing particular happened while I did the shopping and after checking my shopping list to make sure that I had bought everything that I needed, I made my way back home. I put the shopping away in the cupboards and the perishables in the refrigerator. I made myself a quick snack with a cup of tea and went as promised to meet Morganfee. My bright little fairy was waiting for me and cheerfully greeting me she flew a short distance from my nose into fairyland or the woods as you would call them. I was surprised there were so many of the little folk gathered here that I knew something special was about to happen. I greeted the Pixies and the Imps the Fairies and the Leprechauns and all of the other members that make up the little folk. All were very excited it seemed that the Fairy King was to visit this part of fairyland with his beautiful wife Queen Feeana. When all were gathered and expectantly looking at the clearing where Her Majesty usually appeared, I heard the sound of two little bells then a bright flash of light and a small puff of smoke and Their Majesties appeared. The King was in full robe with his crown on top of his blond curly hair. Queen Feeana wore a dress of brilliant silk her crown was a little smaller than the kings crown but both shone brightly with small diamonds all around the edge of the crowns. The King greeted us all with a small bow and made a welcome speech. Her Majesty Queen Feeana smiled and waved to the little peoples. There was a roar of greeting from the crowd of little folk who were all gazing up at the royal pair. Her Majesty nodded and smiled at me and the King waved his hand in acknowledgement. We all stood and listened to the Kings words. Fairyland was to be on its guard as the Royal Couple had received news that a coven of Witches had threatened to attack fairyland with magic. The King spoke in a firm clear voice and all eyes were fixed upon his lips. Then something terrible happened. The King started to shrink. Her Majesty Queen Feeana took her magic wand from a pocket in her dress and waved it at the King. He started to grow again but as soon as he had regained his full height the shrinking started again. This carried on for nearly an hour. I called to Queen Feeana to take the prince to my house away from the little folk who were now very agitated. All of the fairies had their magic wands in their hands and some strange results were to be seen, bright yellow frogs hopped around making it very difficult to move without treading on one of them. Suddenly I, with her Majesty and the King were in my drawing room. The King was still shrinking but not as fast as before. Then I remembered the five pieces of Fairy Gold that the Queen Feeana had once given me to protect me from any magical harm a piece of magical gold at each wall of the house and one piece up in the attic. The attacks from the coven of Witches were not so powerful now and Her Majesty waved her magic wand once again and the shrinking of the King stopped altogether. I made their royal Majesties at home and brought from my cellar a few bottles of parsnip wine. I knew their majesties loved this drink and it would take their minds off of the witches for a while. I was pleased that I had got extra groceries at the shops that morning and in no time I had a meal ready for their Majesties. After the meal we discussed what was to be done with the coven of witches that had dared to go against the King of all the Fairies. I asked Her Majesty if she had by chance her magic mirror with her. I wanted to see what our opponents were up to. He Majesty Queen Feeana waved her magic wand and in a flash the magic mirror appeared by my glass of parsnip wine. Taking the mirror I saw some thirty witches sitting around a large fire. They were discussing why their magic no longer affected the King. I had an Idea. “Your Majesty,” I said, “Can you make the fire bigger so that it set the witches clothes alight.” Her Majesty waved her wand and the fire spread and got bigger and the Witches clothes were soon burning. Hopping on their broomsticks they flew with their burning clothes to the nearest river and plunged in to save themselves from being burnt. One of the witches carried a small jar of some sorts filled with a powder that they had used to make the King of all the Fairies shrink. This powder went also into the water and dissolved and was seen no more. Their Majesties drank another bottle of parsnip wine with me and sent an owl to Fairyland to tell the little folk that all was well. We spent the night talking about witches and wizards and their greed for power. As dawn was breaking her Majesty Queen Feeana waved her wand and the royal couple disappeared. A couple of days later I received a letter from them both thanking me for my help it was delivered by my favourite fairy Morganfee. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 262 [topic] => 43 [informant] => bernard2 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 15 [ratings] => 4 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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