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[aid] => mick
[title] => Green Bottle.
[time] => 2006-01-23 08:49:53
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[bodytext] => Green Bottle. Once or twice a year I go to the Petticoat Lane to look for bric-a-brac any thing that takes my fancy and does not cost too much. I had over the years found many curiosities to place upon my shelves. Going slowly past one of the many stalls I noticed a green bottle it was very old. I picked the bottle up and gave it a quick look over. This would look nice upon my dining room shelf I thought to myself. The bottle held in my hand sent a warm feeling of delight right through my arms into my chest. I looked at the bottle more closely and then I saw the Fairy Coat of arms that had been pressed into the sealing wax many years ago. The owner of the stall had, had the bottle for a very long time and was pleased when I offered him one shilling for the bottle. I would have bargained with him but he seemed pleased to get rid of the old green bottle. I soon left the Petticoat Lane Market and made my way home to Dartford Heath where I owned a large house. I had tried holding the bottle up to the light to see if there was anything in the bottle but no to all appearances it was empty. At home in my Kitchen I lit a candle and slowly melted the wax seal with the Fairy coat of arms. The bottle was not empty inside was a piece of paper with words written in the old Fairy Language. I took the paper and went to the woods where I asked a robin to take a message for me to Queen Feeana. Her Majesty appeared in her usual way and I greeted her and explained about the paper message that I had found in the green bottle. Her Majesty read the message and looked very grave. I asked what the message had said and her Majesty told me the story behind the writing on the paper from the green bottle. Many years ago a Wizard had seen a fairy and wanted her for his wife. The fairy refused for when a fairy marries a human she looses her wings and cannot any longer fly. The Wizard in his rage at the fairy not wanting to marry him turned the Fairy into a fire iron or better still into a poker that was in a set of fire irons at the House of Lord Shrewsdale somewhere in Lincolnshire. Lord Shrewsdale had servants to do all of the work and the Fairy had tried to communicate with every person that had held the poker in their hands. One day new housemaid who was considered rather simple came to the house to work. She was told to light a fire in the lounge and for the first time the Fairy who had now been imprisoned in the poker for many long years was able to send pictures in the poor girls head. The pictures showed her to get a piece of writing paper and a pen and the Fairy using the girls arm and finger wrote the message in the old language and placed it in the green bottle. Then with the fairies help it was sealed and the girl was told to give it to the next person she met on the street on her free day from work. That is how the paper with its message got into the bottle. The Queen and I discussed for a long time how to get the Fairy from out of her prison in the poker. It was then I had an idea. Why not place me in the house as butler. I would then have the opportunity to take the poker with the Fairy enclosed in it and replace it with another that looked just the same. And so it came about that Her Majesty waved her Magic Wand at me and I landed on my feet in the wine cellar of Lord Shrewsdale. I pretended not to notice the cook and the pantry maid and one or two other servants that were present and made my way into the lounge. Quickly I exchanged Pokers. I had brought an exact copy of the poker with me from Her Majesty. Slipping the poker up my sleeve I went back to the wine cellar and the familiar flash and I was back in the woods with Her Majesty. The Wizard had used some very powerful magic to enslave the Fairy in the poker and Her Majesty called all of the wise old Fairies together and holding the poker in the air with Magic the Queen and the wise old fairies started to chant in the old language. All were in a circle, which I noticed had been strengthened with a ring of mushrooms. All were pointing their Magic Wands at the poker, which all of a sudden burst into flame and out of the middle of which stepped a Lovely Fairy. The Fairies name was Marfee and she told us her story. The Wizard had tricked her into going with him to Lord Shrewsdale’s as he told her that Lady Shrewsdale was very ill and he wanted the Fairies help. No sooner were they in the house when the Wizard threw some very powerful magic dust over the Fairy Marfee. He told her that he loved her and wanted to marry her. She refused and was placed with Magic into the first thing that caught the Wizards eye and that was the poker. For years she had tried to make contact with the different people that had taken the poker in their hands but until the young housemaid came to work in the house she had, had no luck. Then the years of waiting to see whether anyone would open the bottle. The Fairy Marfee was given the title of Wise Old Fairy and now helps in any way she can all of the Fairies in Fairyland. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 170 [topic] => 43 [informant] => bernard2 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 8 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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