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[sid] => 113265
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Five Geese?
[time] => 2006-01-16 11:31:06
[hometext] => For Rita's two grandsons they just love fairy tales bless them.
[bodytext] => I looked at my watch it was now five to ten in the morning. I have been working in the back garden since six o’clock in the morning. Time for morning coffee and I went indoors to put the kettle on to boil water for the old fashioned coffee peculator that I prefer to the modern new fangled coffee machines. I heard the knock on my front door and went to see who was calling on me. I was not expecting anyone. It was the local parcel delivery service with a parcel for me. I must admit I was a little surprised I had ordered nothing from any shop or company. On the wrapping paper there were three notes saying, “Fragile handle with care.!” I thanked the parcel man and went back into my kitchen to open the parcel. My kettle started to boil at this moment and I left the parcel on the table to make my coffee. I quickly finished making my coffee and sitting on one of the table chairs I carefully opened the parcel. There were two layers of wrapping paper and then a cardboard box. An unusually strong cardboard box with a lid that fitted tightly, opening the lid I saw that whatever was in the parcel had been wrapped in foam plastic and then in cotton wool. My curiosity was now fully awake and I took out the top plastic layer then carefully removed the cotton wool. Nestling in the wool was a figurine of a Fairy complete with the most delicate wings. I looked at it for at least five minutes then carefully placing it on a shelf I noticed the letter that was underneath the cotton wool. Opening the envelope, which was addressed to, Bern, friend of the Fairies somewhere in Dartford Heath. Now I was really puzzled who knew me well enough to send me such a beautiful present. I slowly read the letter and saw that this figurine was just one of five. The sender wanted from me five pieces of Magic Gold for the other four figurines. I was to go to a small village just outside Leeds in middle England and get the other four figurines in exchange for five pieces of Magic Gold. The figurines were in reality five Fairies that had been bewitched by a Sorcerer. This Sorcerer wanted five pieces of Magic Gold for the Fairies. I decided to go and see Her Majesty the Fairy Queen Feeana. Placing the figurine back in its cotton wool I made my way into the woods. Donnafee a Fairy that I knew well agreed to go and ask Her Majesty for five minutes of her time. The all too familiar flash of light and the puff of smoke and Her Majesty stood before me. I quickly explained about my receiving the parcel and the strange letter that had come with it. I then carefully took out the figurine and showed it to Her Majesty. It was then that Donnafee called out. “It is Moonafee she disappeared two years ago with some other Fairies, we spent weeks looking for them.” Her Majesty said. “I recall the incident it was when my Magic Mirror was out of order and I could find no trace of the missing Fairies.” Her Majesty re-read the letter and then smiling she gave me six pieces of Magic Gold. I looked at Her Majesty and she smiled even more.” He asked for five pieces I will give him six. That should stop his greed for Magic Gold. I took the gold and went back home not before seeing that Her Majesty waved her magic wand and the figurine turned back into a real live Fairy and went off with Donnafee. The next morning I caught the early train from Dartford and went to Charring Cross Station from Charring Cross I took a taxi to Kings Cross Railway Station and caught the train to Leeds. A taxi driver drove me to the village where the parcel had been sent from and I soon found the house with woman that had sent me the figurine. I introduced myself to the woman and wondered what she could have to do with a Sorcerer. It was then that I heard the cackle of geese coming from the back garden of the house. “My poor children.” She said. She invited me into the house and over a cup of sweet tea she told me this story. Her Husband died and left her with five children two boys and three girls. The woman was poor and to make a living she went into the woods and collected all kinds of herbs and berries and the barks of trees she sold these to a man that answered her advert in the Newspaper. At first the man paid handsomely for the herbs and barks of trees then one day he came to her with the five Fairy figurines and asked her to sell them to the Fairy Queen Feeana for five pieces of Magic Gold. He himself could not approach the Fairy queen as he was well known to be a very wicked Sorcerer and her Majesty would not have given him anything, certainly not Magic Gold. The poor woman refused when she heard that the Figurines were real Fairies captured by the Sorcerer. To make the woman obey him he waved a magic wand and her five children turned into geese. It was then that the woman agreed to get in touch with me. I gave the woman the six pieces of Magic Gold and told her to give the sorcerer all of the gold. He only wanted five pieces but her Majesty said he should have six pieces. While I was there in the woman’s back kitchen I heard her phone a number telling the sorcerer that she had the Magic Gold for him but she would only give it to him when her children were turned back from geese into children again. I hid myself under the stairs that went up to the bedrooms and soon the Sorcerer arrived and turned the geese back into children again. I heard the poor woman’s happy cries as she saw her children. The Sorcerer was delighted at getting six pieces of gold instead of five and he went off on his way. I caught the next train to London with the four other figurines and arrived back at my home in Dartford Heath late at night. The next morning I went quickly into the wood with my figurines and Donnafee with Moonafee were waiting with Her Majesty Queen Feeana. A wave of Her Majesties wand and the four figurines were changed back into live Fairies and went off with Donnafee into the woods. Her Majesty took out her magic mirror and we both looked into it. I saw the sorcerer throw the six pieces of Magic Gold into the black cauldron that was resting on a tripod over a large fire. “Look carefully.” Said Her Majesty and then it happened the gold on hitting the heat from the cauldron turned into iron. The iron bubbled quickly out of the cauldron and soon the cave where the fire and cauldron were was filled to the ceiling with iron. The sorcerer would definitely not turn any more Fairies into figurines. Her Majesty then thanked me again for my help and gave me a Fairy figurine that had been made by one of the wise old Fairies. “This is to remind you of the day you helped when we were in need.” I thanked Her Majesty and went back home to work in my garden. 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