Wag
My Dog.
Wag is very happy, at the moment he is sitting in a waiting position. His large brown eyes follow my every move. What captures his attention so much? I am afraid it is the meat that I have cut and mixed with his vegetables. In other words his dinner, if he wants to wag his tail, his tail will give off periodic wagging motions half as if he is under some kind of impulsive suggestion. I know that when I am finished and tell him that he can now have his dinner, his tail will wag backwards and forwards just once before he settles down to the serious business of eating. Finishing his meal his tail wags fast backwards and forwards until he has wagged enough as if as to say thank you. Wag’s meals vary he eats anything that I place before him. There is such a trust between the pair of us. One day I had nothing but some stale bread in the house. I cut the bread into large squares and soaked them in some milk and water. Placing the milk and water soaked bread into wags dish, I apologised and set it before him. To my surprise he wolfed down the wet bread and wagged his tail to show his appreciation. It was the same on the day when I only had fish in the house. A large piece of cod that I cooked in the oven with some milk leftovers and a pinch of salt, this was our midday lunch. Wags tail goes mad after eating. No matter what I serve up he always wags his tail.
On a visit to a friend’s house I told Wag to be on his best behaviour. Wag seemed to understand me and was during our stay very unobtrusive. He settled down behind the sofa, which gave him plenty of cover, and he could see my legs and feet. My friend brought a bowl with some meat and dog biscuits Wag did not touch them. My friend asked me to give Wag the food. I placed the bowl on the floor and told Wag that it was all right and that he could come and eat the food. Wag stretched and slowly got up from behind the sofa with a slight wag of his tail he ate the biscuits and meat then with a wag of his tail he disappeared behind the sofa watching again my feet and legs. As the evening wore on my friend asked me whether Wag would like some water, I said no but I bet he would love to stretch his legs. Getting up out of the sofa I watched Wag crawl out from under the sofa with his tail wagging as fast as he could move it. We went out onto the strip of grass at the back of my friend’s house and Wag ran off with a light bark and his tail wagging as if it was his tail that kept him in balance. I gave Wag ten minutes and told my friend that it was time for us to leave as I had much to do the next day. We parted with the words see you again soon and with Wag at my heels we walked quickly home.
Wag’s next adventure was with a dog from down the road. Now Wag is a mixture of at least three different dogs if not more. The dog that he was friendly with was a thoroughbred German shepherd dog. Wag is a powerful dog standing broad shoulders and will face anything that he thinks is coming too close to me. He growls once before showing his teeth. I have to be quick in telling him that the person or animal is a friend. One day the German shepherd made a run for me, why I do not know it just attacked without warning. From the back of the house Wag came running and with his sheer weight pushed the German shepherd over to one side. Then came the growl and the fletching of teeth. I quickly said, “out! Wag and Wag backed off from the German shepherd. Since that day the two dogs have a likening for each other and they often share food bowls and water pots. Now whenever I see the German shepherd he comes a running with his tail wagging, not so fast as Wags tail but it does wag. Wags favourite though is a small tortoise shell cat from down the street. The cat owns my house with all that is in it. Wag lets her sleep between his front paws and lays his rather large head next to her. Food is shared with the cat taking what she wanted before Wag even touches the food bowl. This is Wag my dog and I ask all to respect him for being the most faithful and obedient dog that I have ever had staying with me.
Fairies
And Elves.
Fairies
and Elves everywhere I look,
Some are in my old picture book.
Others I see in my garden at night,
Having great fun by the moon’s own light.
This is my secret not a soul will I tell,
For I have been blessed with a fairy spell.
The Fairy Queen herself gave me a charm,
To guard and keep me from all harm.
Do you too see Fairies and elves at night?
Are you too filled with strange delight?
There are people I know that do not believe,
In Fairies and Elves for this I often grieve.
For years I have been privileged to view,
Sweet Fairy dreams, that are seen but by a few.
I would take you to visit the Fairies if I could,
But non-believers are like blocks of wood.
I will keep my fairies and Elves all to myself,
For I consider them as part of my wealth.
Deja
Vu.
Have you ever had that feeling that you are being watched? The hairs on the back of my neck were actually bristling, I felt most uncomfortable indeed. Standing up I turned round and pretended to stretch. In this way I had a good view of those behind me and on my left and right hand side. I could see no one, but the feeling persisted. It was then that I saw the new video camera’s that had been installed. I was for some reason under surveillance. I decided to take no notice and read my newspaper from cover to cover.
This all took place a month ago at the railway station in London. Kings Cross, I was waiting to take the train to Leeds in middle England. In Leeds I had heard of a family that were selling Fairy things, I must admit I was curious to see what was being offered as Fairy goods. I had read about the offer on the Internet and was really taking a chance going all of the way to Leeds on what after all might be a wild goose chase.
The train left the station on time and I settled back in my seat and closed my eyes trying to sleep through what otherwise promised to be a boring journey. Do not get me wrong I have done the journey so many times that the passing scenery I had seen on many other occasions did not interest me.
The compartment door opened and in slipped a man that took a seat near the window. I pretended to be asleep and made no move to make conversation. The feeling of being stared at came back much stronger now and I opened my eyes a little to peer at the man that had entered the compartment. I did not know him but something about him warned me to be on my guard.
Later the conductor came along and asked for our tickets. I took mine from my cap where I had put it for safekeeping and the other man in the compartment also gave his ticket to be punched and the conductor moved on to the next compartment. The magic journey took only a few seconds but I was not prepared for it and it took me by surprise. I was not in the train any more but walking along a road in Leeds. Passing a shop I had an even bigger surprise. I happened to glance in the shop window. I was now Shamus my Leprechaun friend.
I was even dressed as Shamus with an Irish oak shillelagh in my hand. A shillelagh is an Irish cudgel used both as a walking stick and as a weapon of defence. Over my shoulder I had a rucksack. I wondered why Her Majesty had turned me into Shamus. I was soon to find out, I came to the house where Fairy objects were to be had and went to the front door and knocked.
A woman opened the door and I explained to her that I was interested in Fairy objects. The woman asked me in to the house led me through a long dark corridor until we reached a room that was full of so called fairy objects, Most of the things that she had for sale she had obviously made herself and had nothing whatsoever to do with Fairies.
I looked around the room and saw in a corner a small dolls house. Looking at the doll’s house very carefully I saw that the front of the house could be opened. This I did and saw that in each of the rooms was a fairy, Each Fairy looked so real that I knew I would buy the dolls house. The woman drove a hard bargain but I bought the house for three pieces of gold that I found in Shamus’s pocket. I paid the woman and put the dolls house in Shamus’s rucksack. I turned to walk out of the room back down the long dark corridor when Shamus’s shillelagh sprang out of my hand and went over my head and I heard the blow as the shillelagh caught the woman's hand in which she held a nasty looking knife.
The knife fell to the floor and I kicked it away into a corner of the corridor. I walked quickly to the door and saw the man that had shared the compartment with me coming down the street. I watched him as he opened the front door. He took no notice of me and I carried on, on my way to Leeds railway station. I looked back and the couple were following me. Then another change and I was now a young man that did not look like shamus a bit.
The couple walked past me and I carried on to the station. The train to London was waiting at the platform and I entered and sat myself down. The man and woman were now in the train going from compartment to compartment obviously looking for Shamus. I last saw them as the train slowly left the station on its way to London. It happened once again I was now changed back into my own body and felt a sigh of relief. Then opposite me in the compartment was Shamus who told me this story.
Shamus had in his sleep a dream which showed that I was in danger. The man in London that had been watching me through the video camera’s was going to stop me from going to Leeds. He did not want me to buy the dolls house and set the fairies free. Neither the man or the woman could possibly know that shamus had, had this dream and reported it to the Fairy Queen, Feeana. The Fairy Queen was with me right through the journey. As she thought it necessary she had changed me first into Shamus then into a strange young man to fool the man and woman and keep me safe. It was her Majesty that had caused the shillelagh to spring over my head and save me from the knife attack by the woman.
I was pleased that Shamus had the dream he had saved me from a nasty situation through his Deja Vu of the attack on my person. At Home in my own house Shamus, Her Majesty and I opened the front of the dolls house and with a wave of her wand Her Majesty freed all of the Fairies that were in the dolls house
Five
Happy Bumblebees.
Last summer I was taking my usual walk through Fairyland. All is as it should be. The sun is shining, flowers are plentiful and the green leaves on the bushes and shrubs give off an inviting shade. The trees too are not miserly with their branches, hiding the floor of the woods from the hot rays of sunshine that appeared through the few gaps in the ceiling of foliage. I remember thinking to myself what a wonderful day to be out in the fresh air enjoying all of what Nature had to give. Then a little further on I came across a bunch of fairies that appeared to be very excited about something or other. I slowly walked in their direction and to my surprise, the fairies had talked five bumblebees into pulling a small cart each that the fairies had made, across the clearing in the woods.
The bumblebees were trying very hard to pull the carts but as they were on the ground they could not use their wings and this made things very difficult. I caught the attention of one of the fairies and asked what was going on. The fairies had promised the bumblebees a large sack of pollen each if they could pull the carts. The fairies were making very much noise and I wondered what Her Majesty would say to such goings on. As the thought went through my mind Her Majesty appeared in the clearing.
Her Majesty Queen Feeana, Queen of all the fairies, was not amused at the antics of the fairies. Looking directly at me, Her Majesty asked me why I had allowed the fairies to play such a silly and useless game. I stuttered that I myself had only just come on to the scene and was just as dumbfounded at the fairies silliness, as was Her Majesty. The Queen started speaking. I had not heard her voice so angry and upset, as it was this very minute. “You are thirty fairies who should be busy doing the things that you were taught.” “Now I find you getting some poor bumblebees to pull those little carts full of earth.” “I am very angry and this is my punishment for you all.” “You all will fly to the north until you find the large area that mankind has built to show off the flowers that they grow.” You will all collect as much pollen as you can carry and this pollen will be given to the five bumblebees that you have harnessed to those ridiculous carts.” “ Cut the bumblebees free and off you go, do not dare to come back until you have collected all of the pollen and one last thing there is no magic to be used.
The fairies cut the bumblebees loose and then flew off in a northerly direction. Her Majesty then told me that the humans had organised a huge flower show and the fairies would have to work very hard to collect enough pollen to give to the five bumblebees. The fairies flew and flew mile after mile but could see no flowers under them. One said, “Surely Her Majesty had made a mistake in the direction.” There are no flowers to be seen. Another replied “Her Majesty never makes mistakes we will just have to continue flying until we find the flowers. Then in the future the fairies saw the large patches of colour underneath them slowly they descended until they could mingle with the flowers and not be seen by the humans. Many of the human folk were at this wonderful flower show.
The fairies met in the middle of a patch of large sunflowers. “What shall we put the pollen in one fairy cried.” “We did not bring anything with us and we cannot use magic.” One of the fairies that was a little smarter than the others said. “I saw some peas growing in one of the patches we can use the pea-pods to collect and carry back the pollen to the bumblebees.” The fairies still hiding from the humans flew to the garden bed where the peas were growing. Many of the pea pods were ripe and taking one pod between two fairies the fairies started to carefully collect the pollen. It took them all afternoon to fill and then sew the peapods together so that none of the precious pollen could be spilled. The fairies when they were finished flew off from the garden show. Just one little boy saw them and excitedly said to his father. “Daddy there are the fairies they are carrying some peas away with them.” The father said. “Nonsense There are no such thing as fairies and if there were, they would not take peas from a garden show.”
The fairies arrived back home tired but each pair was still carrying a sewn together pea pod full of pollen. Her Majesty waited patiently until they had all flown in to the clearing. Fifteen pairs of fairies each with a pod full of pollen, that means to each bumblebee there are three pairs of fairies with a pod of pollen. You will fly in pairs of three with your pods to the home of the bumblebees and wait until the bumblebees have worked the pollen into honeycombs and honey then you may return each to his home.
The bumblebees had never had it so good and made the most of the pods full of pollen soon there were many small bumblebees flying through fairyland helping to pollinate the flowers. As for the fairies they do not bother any of the insect world they have all learned a lesson from this little story.
Children.
Twenty children at my feet,
I had arranged that we meet.
I told them of the Fairy Queen,
And all the fairy things I'd seen.
Large open eyes followed my every word,
for I spoke of fairy things unheard.
Like the dragon fly with silvery wings,
and the stardust that the fairy brings.
Leprechauns that hide their gold,
In pots that are ever so old.
Winged horses that fly so high,
How the Fairies painted the butterfly,
Of fairy homes in the woods,
magic wands that produced the goods.
Names of the little people from over the sea,
Yes all of these things they heard from me.
Twenty happy children at my feet,
I am so glad that we did meet.
Now the children know of fairy things,
and all of the magic that a fairy brings.
Dragonfly.
It is not often that one sees the wise old fairies sitting in a fairy ring.
Last Wednesday as I was taking my daily walk with my dog Wag, I saw this
unusual sight. The wise old fairies were sitting and seemed to be waiting
for something or some one. I decided to watch knowing that the wise old
fairies would not be sitting in this ring just to pass the time of day. As I
watched; suddenly as if from nowhere appeared a Dragonfly, I have never seen
such a big and most beautiful Dragonfly. The wings one could see through
and the long body was of a most wonderful colour. Wag cocked up his ears and
let out a short sharp bark as if he was greeting some one. Wag's bark did
not appear to upset the wise old fairies or the Dragonfly. The Dragonfly was
motionless apart from its wings it too seemed to be waiting for something to
happen.
A movement in the bushes caught my attention, I saw a man with a butterfly
net and wondered what he was doing in the woods that are part of Fairyland.
Walking towards him with Wag at my heels I greeted the man and asked him why
he needed a butterfly net in the woods, most butterflies were in the open
looking for flowers to eat the nectar. The man said, "No I am an
entomologist, I look for insects and other creatures that capture my
attention, I draw pictures and write notes in my notebook and then when I
have time I write another book." "I can't stop now as I am following
one of
the biggest and prettiest Dragonflies that I have ever seen."
The man took a few steps toward the fairy ring; he could see the Dragonfly
but not the wise old fairies. On seeing the man the wise old fairies took
out their magic wands and pointed them at the man. The man who called
himself an entomologist had only eyes for the pretty Dragonfly and did not
know that he was in danger. Suddenly the Dragonfly disappeared and I saw it
behind the man. The wise old fairies lowered and put away their wands. The
man that studied insects looked very disappointed and walked on with a nod
to me, I returned his nod and the dragonfly flew towards me suddenly there
was blue flash and a whiff of smoke and Her Majesty was before me floating
in the air.
Smiling at me she said that she was in no danger and the wise old fairies
were waiting for a message that Her Majesty then proceeded to tell the wise
old fairies. Her Majesty, Queen Feeana, Queen of all the fairies proceeded
to tell the waiting wise old fairies about the state of things in Fairyland.
Her Majesty in the shape of a Dragonfly had been flying all over Fairyland
listening to the little peoples. Her Majesty heard about many things that
were not right in her Fairyland. The Leprechauns complained of the lack of
flowers and the many colours that used to be. Others of the little people
such as the Trolls and the Pixies also thought that the fairies were not
doing their work properly as they should have done. The main complaint was
the lack of flowers that grew in the spring right through to the autumn.
Her Majesty sounded sad as she told the wise old fairies about how the
fairies were neglecting their work and of flowers that were shoddily
produced. The lack of berries and nuts and all of the other things that once
grew so well in the past years, why even the leaves on the trees were not
always green and healthy. The wise old fairies on hearing this bad news
asked Her Majesty what would be the best thing to do to get things back into
order. Her Majesty thought for a few minutes then came this answer from her
lips. "The fairies have lost the pride that they once had when they had
worked well and produced so many wild flowers of so many different
colours."
"We must teach them all once again how good it is to produce all of the
things that go into making nature what it is." "All fairies must go
back to
school again no matter how old or how young they are and all will be taught
once again to work well, and most important that they take pride once more
in what they do to help Mother Nature.
The following year Nature outdid itself. The spring flowers were so abundant
and so lovely to look at that many people wondered what had brought about
such a wonderful change. There were many guesses, quite a few experts said
that it was all due to the weather or the fairly warm winter, not many gave
a thought to the fairies and all of the hard work and love that they had put
into their work. The fairies now walk around with smiling faces and all are
proud of the work they have done. I have not seen the Dragonfly again, it is
not often that Her Majesty changes into an insect to find out what is
happening in Fairyland and I was thrilled that I had seen the biggest and
prettiest Dragonfly in the world.
Fairies
In Rhymes.
Over the paper the Fairy Queen guides my willing hand.
Tells me stories of the little folk very hard to believe.
How fairies are all over the World, yes in every land.
It is we human folk that find them hard to perceive.
Fairy Folk are everywhere they should be easy to find.
The young and young in heart see them every day.
One must be innocent in body and especially in mind,
As Fairies constantly look for comrades to happily play.
One too must be of the loving type of Human Being,
Then the fairies will suddenly out of nowhere appear.
It helps when one uses one’s heart for seeing.
You will then see the fairies very, very clear.
I had told the Fairy Queen that no one believes any more.
Human Folk had accepted without question modern times.
The Fairy Queen said that she was not quite so sure.
For modern poets mention the Fairies in many of their rhymes.
Fairies
In My Attic.
Straight up the stairs right up at the top of my old house,
There is a room known only to me and my family mouse.
In this my attic I store all of my old toys,
They were once you know my boyhood joys.
I have a very good old electric train,
That goes around the room and back again.
My mice often play in the room upstairs,
This is our secret that no one shares.
Mice are talkative and they gave our secret away,
Now all of my fairies they go upstairs to play.
Mice and fairies ride on my old electric train,
They ride around the room and back again.
From the locomotive chimney come puffs of smoke,
The fairies all think that this is a wonderful joke.
The mice and fairies play here most of the day,
It is as much as I can do to entice them away.
Sometimes they play with my old bat and ball,
With a little luck they come for dinner when I call.
The most important toy just sits on a chair,
Yes you have guessed it; it is my cuddly old bear.
He sits there quietly and takes it all in,
On his lovely old face a rather big grin.
I would invite you all to come and play in my attic,
Some of my old toys well they are fully automatic,
I know you are all busy with no time to play,
Just come if you will, don’t listen to what I say.
Shooting
Stars.
The shooting stars were streaking across the sky each one carrying a fairy. The Fairies know exactly when to spring from the shooting stars and slowly fly down to earth. This month had been a very good month for Fairies for nearly every night there had been a series of shooting stars. As the Fairies landed each went to a fairy clearing where the name and age of each Fairy was entered into a very old parchment book that was thousands of years old.
On this night for some unknown reason two fairies came to earth on the same shooting star. Landing in a part of Fairyland that is well known to me, their arrival caused quite some concern. The reason being that both Fairies insisted that they were Violafee. There is always trouble when two Fairies are called by the same name. It was decided to call them Violafee one and two. This did not suit the two fairies as neither wanted the name of Violafee number two.
In the village where the Fairies live in this part of Fairyland it had been peaceful without any kinds of trouble now this. Two Fairies that could not agree to a name the wise old Fairies were called in and asked to help to solve the problem of the two fairies and their names. The wise old Fairies put many suggestions forward but the two obstinate Fairies would not agree to being called Violafee one and two.
It was decided to call in Her Royal Majesty Feeana to help settle the problem. Her Majesty appeared on the scene wearing a wonderful flower patterned dress. The flowers were real and waved and gave off a most beautiful smell as Her Majesty walked along the wooded paths of Fairyland. The wise old Fairies soon told Her Majesty of the problem and their difficulty solving it.
Her Majesty Queen Feeana thought for a moment or two and then said these words.” Both Fairies would be returned to the shooting stars this time each Fairy would have their own shooting star and then there would be no problem as to their names. Her Majesty waved her magic wand and the two Fairies disappeared. Then on looking up into the sky the Fairies saw a two large shooting stars streaking across the sky.
Soon there were two new Fairies in Fairyland one called herself Lunafee, the other Petalfee. Neither had any idea that they had been in Fairyland before and had come down to earth a second time. Both Fairies became good friends and after a while they made a petition to Her Majesty Queen Feeanna. The petition was that they change their name to Violafee, as they both liked the sound of the name.
Her Majesty granted their wish and in future the two Fairies were called Violafee number one and Violafee number two. Neither had any memory of being in Fairyland before and are now happy to be called by the very names they had previously rejected.
Ten new
baby Dragons are in the crèche today.
All of the new dragons flown in by the fairy way.
A small puff of smoke a slight movement in the air,
And whoops all the baby Dragons were there.
Most of them were a beautiful emerald green.
The red and brown babies I had never before seen.
The wise old fairies were as busy as the bees.
All wore a white dress down to their knees.
Stews of herbs were quickly prepared today.
Hungry little tummies will have their way.
Soon all the little dragons were fast asleep.
Many a fairy and leprechaun came to have a peep.
Satisfied that all was well with the baby newcomers,
I wished for them all many bright new summers.
Then I made my report to Her Majesty The Fairy Queen.
Told her about the new dragons and all that I’d seen.
The Fairy Queen then cast a spell that was so old.
It would make the new Dragons wise and ever so bold.
No more would a young Dragon be killed by a knight.
No matter if his suit of armour was all shiny and bright.
The Fairy Queen now gave me a new title Dragon keeper.
She could of course have called me the very long sleeper.
This is the end of my short tale for today Sunday.
I will tell you lots more tomorrow that is if I may.
Now I am going home to my comfy old house.
I must tell this new story to my large family mouse.
