Fairy Sweets.

  I took the fairies to a large factory that makes sweets,

my taking them was to give them a well-deserved treat.

I could under no circumstances take my family mouse,

they all stayed at home to look after my old house.

Some leprechauns came with us just for the ride,

they wanted some sweets just to put on the side.

In the factory we walked through to the new boiling floor,

it was very hot as we went through the revolving door.

Fifty large vats of toffee were boiling merrily away,

there was nothing for us to eat I am sorry to say.

Then on to a big room where toffees in bags were filled,

here the Leprechauns were all excited and rather thrilled.

Each fairy and leprechaun were given a bag of toffees,

all of different flavours, why some were like sweet coffees.

Then we were shown through a huge dispatching hall,

hurriedly all my fairies and leprechauns I to me did call.

I did not want to loose a fairy or leprechaun on the way,

for we were soon all to go home and call it a good day.

On the way home all ate of their toffees it was very quiet,

thank goodness not one of them were on a strict diet.

My bag of toffees I gave to my large family mouse,

It was a fair reward for looking after my old house.

I then went up the stairs to my four-poster bed,

my, was I glad to lay down my weary old head.

It had been a very exciting day out for us all,

Now I am waiting for the sand man to call.

Windy Night.

Rain being blown against my bedroom window awoke me. Turning on the light I looked at my alarm clock, five in the morning. I was going to turn over and try to go back to sleep when I heard the voices. The voices were quite loud as whoever it was speaking was shouting above the noise of the wind. “This is the house, I tell you this is the house.” Now I was very curious, who on earth was standing in my garden shouting, that this is the house? Getting out of my bed I went to the window, looking out I saw three strangers standing looking up at my house. My alarm clock is of the electric kind and the numbers on the clock light up in a red light, just enough to tell the time by. Standing by the bedroom window I kept an eye on the three figures, I could not tell whether they were men or women. A burst of thunder and a stroke of lightning lit up the garden and then I saw that the three figures were men.

Opening the window I called down and asked what they were doing so early in the morning making such a noise. “ Are you the man that writes the stories about the fairies?” Yes I called back and asked them what they wanted at such an hour. We are from a firm of publishers and our car broke down some miles up the road and we decided to walk to your house. On the way we could find no hotel to sleep in so we carried on walking. I called down and asked them if they knew that my house and all that is in it is protected by some very potent magic. “Yes we know all about the house and garden and that you are under the Fairy Queen’s own personal protection.” I called back, “Give me a few minutes to dress and I will come down and let you in.”

I got dressed and taking my magic wand the one given to me by Queen Feeana I went down the stairs and taking a pocket full of magic dust I went to the front door. Opening the door I let the men into the house where I threw a handful of magic dust over them. I led them into the kitchen and told them to take off their wet overcoats and hats. I placed the kettle on the fire and after placing some firewood on top of the still glowing embers I put cups and saucers on the table and asked them to seat themselves. The kettle boiled and I quickly made a large pot of tea. Placing a bowl of sugar and a jug of milk onto the table I poured each one a strong cup of tea. Taking a packet of ginger snap biscuits from my larder I placed them in easy reach of the three men.

The men took milk and sugar and thanked me for being so hospitable and letting them in out of the rain. We did not speak until the men had drunken their tea and eaten some of the ginger snaps. This is what the men told me. The speaker looked as if he were the older of the men. We own a printing works called Bonadit it lays in Newcastle. We came across your Fairy-Tales in the Internet. One of my sons told me about the stories that you write and we decided to read the tales that had so interested my son. That is why we are here to see whether you would consider our printing your stories in book form. We thought one hundred little tales to a book that would be six books at least.

I considered their offer and than said, “No thank you as my stories are now, every child in the world has the opportunity to read them.” “ If I have them printed only certain children whose parents can afford them would be able to read or have the stories read to them.” The men then smiled and said, “ Her Majesty has certainly picked the right man to tell the stories of the little people. “He will not have them printed he will leave them on the Internet for all to read.” “That is what Her Majesty said at our last meeting.” The three men then underwent a change not three elderly men looking for a book or books to publish. Three Leprechauns were sitting at my kitchen table drinking my tea and eating my ginger snaps my old friend Shamus and two of his friends. It seems that they had been talking to her Majesty Queen Feeana and they said that I would jump at the first publisher to come along and make me an offer. Her Majesty told them that I would not take them off of the Internet. I am so pleased that Her Majesty had summed me up all right and my Fairy-Tales are on the Internet to stay.

The Little Folk In Paris France.

In Paris France on the Seine’s left bank,

The little folk decided to play a prank.

All the water in the Seine they coloured blue,

You have my word for it that this is true.

The People of Paris were much dismayed,

By this silly prank the little people played.

The Mayor of Paris one Jacques Pierre,

Rubbed his hands in silent despair.

Why did they pick my beautiful city?

A deep blue Seine is not so pretty.

The little folk laughed with glee,

For they are as mischievous as can be.

The Arc de Triumph, they painted red,

In Notre Dame they all went to bed.

By early morning light Paris had another sight,

The Moulin Rouge they had painted white.

The Eiffel Tower they coloured light pink,

French red wine they poured down the sink.

The People of Paris did not know what was wrong,

The list of pranks was getting rather long.

Jacques Pierre asked for help from the Fairy Queen,

A Paris like this had never been seen.

The Fairy Queen called the little folks to a meeting,

She scolded one and all at the royal greeting.

The little folks complained they had nothing to do,

They were bored stiff and there was nothing new.

The Fairy Queen sent them all back home,

With very strict orders never more to roam.

She apologised to Monsieur Jacques Pierre,

To paint old Paris was not very fair.

With a wave of her wand all was made good,

Paris now looks, as it always should.

No sign left of the little folk’s pranks

From the Mayor of Paris she held eternal thanks.

Now if you think that I am telling a lie,

I cross my heart and hope to die.

Blackberry Jam.

Under my feet the grass felt damp. A covering of dew lay over the floor of the forest. I was out early, as I wanted to get the best of the blackberries before anyone else had the same idea. I go into the forest every year to pick blackberries to take home for jam making. I like jam with my morning toast and here in the woods I knew where the ripest and biggest berries were to be found. I carried an old-fashioned wicker basket on my arm and slowly wandered from blackberry bush to blackberry bush.

The berries were really big and ripe and I soon filled my basket with the luscious fruit. On my way home I took a different route and came to a part of the woods that I had not been to before. Here a slight mist was rising from the floor of the woods and it gave the trees an eerie look, it was as if the trees were rising from out of the mists and were not anchored by their roots, as I knew they were. The mists were I must admit a little uncanny and I thought to myself I would be pleased when I came to a part of the woods that I know.

It was then that I saw the deer not an ordinary brown deer this one was perfectly white. Ah! I thought to myself this must be one of the albino deer that one sometimes hears about. Walking quietly so as not to disturb the deer I saw that she was not alone. Sitting on the ground opposite her was a small man dressed in green. A Leprechaun was sewing what looked like a leather covering. I was now very curious and walked quite openly up to where the pair were. On seeing me the deer gave a start and I thought that she would run off but the Leprechaun said something to the deer and it relaxed and looked at me rather curiously as I approached. The Leprechaun spoke. “ Hello you must be Bern the friend of Shamus, my brother Shamus.” I said that I was indeed a friend of Shamus and asked him what he was doing.

“ I am making a skin for this unfortunate deer. The leather I am using is magic leather from Her Majesty, Queen Feeanna, Queen of all the Fairies.” “This deer has been hunted so many times that I felt that something had to be done to protect her from the eyes of the Huntsmen. And with this magic leather she will look like any other deer.”

I watched the friend of Shamus placing one neat stitch after the other in the magic leather. Soon he was finished and placed the leather around the white deer. Being magical the leather pulled itself tight around the head body and legs of the deer. Now she really did look like a normal deer that one sees in the woods every day.

The friend of Shamus gave the deer a pat on its shoulders and the deer bowed its head and ran off into the woods. All I could see as she ran off was the white of her tail that had not been coloured and if one looks carefully one can still see the white of her tail showing where the brown leather did not quite cover her.

I was asked to tell the children this story by Her Majesty to explain why the deer have tails of white. The tale is also for the huntsmen, please do not try to capture an albino deer and put it in a zoo. It too loves the freedom of the woods and fields so let it live in peace with the deer and all of the other wild animals in the woods.

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