Fairy Meals.

I’ve often watched the fairies eat,

dainty cakes and pastries so sweet.

They also eat fruit when it is ripe,

mince meat, pheasants not to forget tripe.

Fairy wines are of course home made.

they even give some to the fire brigade.

Fairies you know eat very little,

that is why their bones are so brittle.

All fairies have to learn first aid,

strangely enough no mistakes are made.

Fairies are all in good health,

they care little for riches and wealth.

All in all they live a carefree life,

there are no quarrels or petty strife.

I say a happy fairy life for me,

knowing full well it cannot be.

I too eat very, very well,

why you may see my belly swell.

If the fairies invite you to a meal,

gracefully accept it is no big deal

For fairy wands conjure up food,

especially when hungry and in a good mood.

Eat and drink for there is plenty more,

the fairies are generous that’s for sure.

Black Cloud.

I was in my garden tending the roses when a young man called to me asking if he could, do some work in exchange for a meal. I looked the young man over carefully and could see that his clothes had seen better days but he was clean and I had a small garden bed that wanted digging so I asked him in. He told me that he was on his way to London to take up work in a chemical firm.

Taking the young man into the house, I gave him a meal and then showed him what he had to do in garden. Eating his meal, he spoke about his plans and that he was to start work in two days time. I told him he could stay overnight I had plenty of room in the house and he was welcome to sleep in a proper bed for a night before he left for London and his chemical factory.

Showing my guest to his room, I said goodnight and went on to my bedroom. The next morning I awoke and knew that something was terribly wrong. I could not open the doors or the windows. A thick fog surrounded the house it was as if I was under attack. I looked for my guest who was gone his bed had not been slept in and I felt a fool for having given him so trustingly my hospitality. Then I remembered the gold that the Fairy Queen Feeana had given me to place at the four walls of the house and one piece for the attic. The gold was gone the young man had taken it during the night before he left the house.

I tried hard to call my Fairy friends but the thick fog stopped all means of communication. I was not worried about food as I have a well-stocked larder and the deep freezer is full. I was more worried about being a prisoner in my own house and who was responsible for this state of affairs. Two days and two nights passed away and I wondered how the Little Folk were and if they were in any danger. It was then I had an idea. I wrote the two words in the old Fairy language and a flash of light with a puff of smoke and I was in the Fairies caves under the Himalayan Mountains . From here, it was easy to send mental pictures to her Majesty Queen Feeana.

Queen Feeana came to the caves and appearing before me in a flash of light and a whiff of smoke. She asked me what was wrong. I told her about the young man and his stealing of the Fairy Gold and that my house was no longer under her protection. Waving her wand, the Queen and I in a matter of seconds were back in Fairyland.

Taking her Magic Mirror Her Majesty looked in it and then showed me my house it was by a thick black fog surrounded. In the mirror, a shape appeared, it was a Wizard, which meant me harm. He was jealous because I was writing my stories of the Fairies and the little folk. The young man that had come to my house was his apprentice he took my gold and that was his reward for helping the Wizard. Her Majesty smiled and spoke in the old tongue and then she said the gold is now ordinary dust he will not be able to do anything with it.

Her Majesty then asked me what I would do to punish such an evil man. I thought for a few minutes and then passed my judgment. He shall be a cloud as thick and as black as the cloud that is surrounding my house. He shall wander this world for five hundred years as such, one hundred years for each piece of gold. A wave of her wand and a Wizard turned into a black cloud he will roam the earth as a cloud for the next five hundred years.

I now have a built in protection in my house. Deep inside my four walls are pieces of magic mistletoe, the attic and the cellar are also under the protection of this powerful magic. In future, there will be no gold to tempt anyone just magic mistletoe. All is back to normal at my house now and I still give my hospitality to weary travellers who are in need of it. I too have a small magic mirror it was at her Majesties command especially made for me. I welcome all weary travellers but only after, I have consulted my magic mirror.

Fairy Oil Paints.

The Fairy Queen has heard of my plight,

She came to see me the other night.

Bringing with her a box with tubes of paint.

I now paint fairies that are ever so quaint.

My coloured pencils are gone forever.

The pictures I drew were not so clever.

The Fairy Queen also gave me some brushes.

They were made with feathers from thrushes.

The fairies have now come back to my old house,

Also my old friends the large family mouse.

I now paint you know the most of the day,

I listen most carefully to what the fairies say.

My painting pleases them this I know,

For the fairies them selves told me so.

I portrayed a picture of a flying cow.

It did not look at all right somehow.

I had painted it without its four legs,

A Leprechaun bought it he paid in eggs.

About the four legs it did not matter he said,

as long as it had a real cow's head.

I now take gold for the pictures I sell.

Sometimes I take US dollars as well.

If you would like to buy a work of art.

I really must warn you right from the start.

The paints are sheer magic the pictures all live.

They are the most wonderful things I have to give.

Please place your orders very, very soon,

I will sell most of them at the next new moon.

One Picture I gave to the Fairy Queen,

It was the finest picture she had ever seen.

Distant Cousin.

The lights in the village are not burning as bright as they were a little while ago. A mist has come in from the sea and all is bathed in a ghostly dim light. I could feel the drops of moisture gathering on my brow and my hands as I plodded through the night. I was on my way to a distant Cousin that had telephoned me for help. I thought to myself this is no night to be out in, by the time I reach my Cousin I shall be soaked through.

A car passed me by its headlights reflecting back as it hit the mist, it did not stop perhaps the driver had not seen me walking along the side of the road although I was wearing a light coloured coat. Every step I took I became wetter and wetter. This mist I thought could not be normal, mists coming in from the sea are not usual at this time of the year and I kept a good look out for anything out of the ordinary.

I passed the lighted front of a public house and was tempted to go in and order hot grog but I knew if I had gone in to the inviting lights I would have stayed. So I kept on walking. My Cousins house was three miles from my own home and normally I would have walked it in abut a half an hour but tonight what with the mist something seemed to be dragging at me. Each step became a struggle to place one foot before the other.

There was a light on in my Cousin’s house and I was thankful when he answered my knock on the door and let me in out of the weather. My Cousin gave me a towel to wipe my head and my hands and soon I was sipping a strong hot cup of tea well sugared. My Cousin waited until I had finished my tea and then told me this strange story. He was being followed wherever he went. There was no one to be seen and he at first thought that he was imagining things. Then an attempt to burgle his house took place. Someone had tried to break in through the back door but fortunately he had some strong bolts on both front and back door that he pushed into position before going to bed.

I had with me a small piece of the magic mirror that her majesty Queen Feeana had given me. Looking into the mirror I saw that my Cousin’s house contained a book that was badly wanted by a practising Wizard. This book held knowledge of herbs that could be used to make things disappear. My Cousin had found the book at one of the old bookshops that he haunted he was an avid reader and could always be found in or near such bookshops.

I asked my Cousin where he kept his books on herbs I thought perhaps I could see what the Wizard was after. My Cousin had a bookcase mounted on the wall of his living room. I looked at the books and saw nothing out of the ordinary. A couple of the books were standing out a little in front of the others and I took them out of the bookcase and there on the back wall of the bookcase was a book it was very old and its covers were of leather. I took out the book glancing through it I saw that it was written in Latin. My knowledge of Latin is not very good and I asked him if I could take the book with me.

My Cousin had got the guest room ready for me and after checking both the back and the front door we went upstairs to bed. In the morning my Cousin told me that he had slept well for the first time in a month. We ate a good breakfast and I left with the book to go home to my house. The mist had cleared and after a brisk walk I arrived at my own home. Taking the book with me I went into the woods to ask the Fairy Queen Feeana what she knew about the book and why it was so important to a Wizard.

Going into the woods I asked a robin to take a message for me to the Queen. The robin flew off and soon Her Majesty was with me. I told her about my Cousin and the fact that he was being followed and the attempt to break into his house. I gave Her Majesty the book on herbs written in Latin. Her Majesty was very impressed with the book and after reading one or two of the herbal remedies she called the wise old fairies and gave them the book to read.

The wise old Fairies recognised the book that had been written seventeen hundred years ago by a Monk that kept an herbal garden. The Monk had also experimented with herbs and found some amazing things one could do with them if they were properly used. The wise old Fairies asked if they could translate the book into the old language so that it could be used by the young Fairies in the school. My Cousin had given the book to me and I gave it to the wise old Fairies.

The book is now in the hands of the Fairies and since I took the book from my Cousin he has not been followed anymore. Things have settled down again and the weather is warm and sunny no more mists coming in from the sea. If you find an old book somewhere that is written in Latin ask someone that knows Latin to read it to you there is much wisdom in the old books that has long been lost to the modern world.

Fairy Paintings.

My fairy paintings are on show at the local Art Gallery.

The lady in charge is known by the name of Mrs. Valerie.

The painting I painted of the Fairy Queen.

Was sold to a man that I had never before seen.

My painting of a Leprechaun and his pot of gold,

Was the very first picture of mine to be sold.

An Irish man bought it for Saint Patrick’s Day.

A very large sum of money I think he did pay.

The Unicorn I painted white with its horn,

this was bought by another Irish Leprechaun.

A very good picture I painted of my old house,

Was bought and paid for by the family mouse.

All of the paintings of my fairy friends,

Have started off some very new trends.

The tubes of magic paints and the fairy brushes,

that were made from the feathers of some thrushes.

Paint paintings one every hour of the day,

There is very little time left for me to play.

The more that I paint the better I do become,

The fairies are delighted they think it is great fun.

I now receive many an order from over the sea,

Why the Queen of England wanted a painting from me.

Please remember if it is a masterpiece you desire,

My magical brushes and paints are really all for hire.

My fairies and unicorns, trolls and leprechauns,

my mice, my old house and a variety of fawns.

All of these are up for daily sales for you,

Please buy my paintings and to me remain true.

                        The Truth Top.

In Fairyland a long time ago something mysterious was taking place. A series of small thefts had the Fairies worried. Things disappeared not only the Fairies personal belongings but also objects that had been in Fairyland for years. At first everyone thought that it was the Pixies being mischievous as usual. Then word went around it was not the Pixies but the Trolls. Some went as far as to say it was the Leprechauns. Everyone was annoyed and also troubled what would disappear next.

Things went on like this for over two months but the stealing just went on and on. The birds were asked to keep a sharp lookout especially the Owls. Everyone knew that the Owls could see very well and it was hoped that the thief or thieves would soon be caught. This strange behaviour went on for a long time until a Fairy’s magic wand was stolen. This was serious, a magic wand in the wrong hands could be very harmful and cause very much damage.

Soon the Fairy Queen Feeanna heard about what was happening in Fairyland and she made a royal statement that if the thief or thieves would own up to this strange behaviour and give the stolen articles back to their rightful owners no punishment would be meted out to the culprit or culprits. No one owned up to the stealing and the Fairy Queen reached into he large pocket and took out a child’s spinning top. The top was brightly coloured. The Queen threw the top into the air and it started to spin. It spun and wandered around all of the Fairy Folk. The spinning top was magic and it asked each fairy the same question, guilty or not guilty? None of the little folk was guilty. There was no need for anyone to steal in Fairyland. None went hungry or thirsty all were provided for.

The top span for three whole days and finally stopped spinning but there was not one of the little folk to be seen. The Queen Feeanna raised her magic wand and there was a flash and a small Witch appeared. This Witch had been stealing things in Fairyland not because she needed them but just to make the Fairies think that they had a thief in their midst. The Witch raised the stolen magic wand and muttered a spell but the magic wand was not her property and there was just a couple of sparks to be seen. The Fairy Queen Feeanna waved her wand once more and the Witch was sitting beside a huge pile of dirty washing. The Witch could not leave Fairyland until she had finished washing all of the dirty clothes. For weeks there was Fairy clothing hanging on the cobweb lines that the spiders spun for the Fairy Queen. Finally the Witch vanished and was no more to be seen in Fairyland.

The Park Pixies.

The Pixies have taken over our local park,

They did it I think just to have a very good lark.

On the swings they had great fun,

Enjoyed themselves making faces at the sun.

Pixies are mischievous this we all know,

They did their best to steal the show.

Picking daisies they decorated a tree,

Made mud pies and threw them at me.

Pixies you know are very shy of men,

They only show themselves now and then.

In Pixie Land one confided in me,

They eat green herrings for their tea.

At the end of the park near the lake,

Some Pixies were riding on an old snake.

They emptied the rubbish from out of the bins,

Played hide and seek in the empty tins.

So do not be surprised if you go to the Park,

If the Pixies near you have had one big lark.

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