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No such thing as Magic.

The Postman delivered a parcel. The parcel was addressed to me strangely enough there was no information as to who had sent me this large parcel. I signed the Postman’s chit saying that he had delivered the parcel safely. Taking the parcel into the living room I took a large kitchen knife and cut the parcel open.

Wrapping after wrapping came to light whoever had packed this parcel had plenty of paper or was he or she just getting rid of the old newspapers that had probably been cluttering up his or her house for a long time. Some of the dates on the newspapers went back many years. At last I came to a small box. The box was not at all heavy and when I shook it a rattling sound was to be heard.

Opening the small box I nearly oversaw the small note that was in the box with what looked like a small pea. I read the small note on it was written the words, Magic Tree for one Bernard Shaw friend to all of the Fairies. Plant straight away in your back garden and water carefully once every morning a Fairy Friend.

My first thought was that someone was playing a trick on me, a Magic Tree what will they think up next. On second thoughts I did have a few Fairy Friends perhaps one of them had really given me this pea as a present. It would not hurt to plant and water it as I was instructed. Taking a spade I dug a hole in my back garden and carefully I planted, the what looked like a pea. Covering the pea with loose earth I carefully watered my newest guest in my garden.

The following day I looked at my calendar, I always write instructions in my calendar so that I do not forget anything. For a moment the words do not forget to water the magic tree nearly fooled me then I remembered the parcel and the pea I was to plant and water for it to grow into a magic tree. I took my old watering can filled it with water and watered where I had planted the pea, the same procedure the following day. As I approached with the watering can I saw that two inches of a twig with one leaf on it was showing where I had planted he pea.

Now my imagination was awoken. I sat for hours looking at the new tree and even as I looked I could see the tree growing. Nearly every day two or three new leaves had grown. Now I wondered how I could make use of the tree. All kinds of ideas came into my head, should I take one of the branches and use it as a magic wand? Should I take a twig from the tree, would I hurt the tree in any way if I were to start cutting or even chopping off parts of it? I thought about using parts of the tree for making magic furniture. No I have no carpentry tools in my work shed. My what a fool I am if my new tree is really magic I could easily magic all of the tools that I could possibly need. Again I had another thought, If the tree was magic I could tell the tree to make furniture for me by using its magic.

The tree grew and grew then the first small fruits appeared. Fruits similar to cherries. I tasted one it was very sweet and as I went to answer my phone all I could do was to bark like a dog. I offered one of the fruits to my next-door neighbour, as I asked him if they were sweet or not, all he could do by way of an answer was to whistle like a bird. My next move was to pick a straight branch and cut it off. This I used as a magic wand. I went all around the house pointing the magic wand at pictures at mirrors and other objects that one finds in most houses telling them to change into whatever came into my mind. Nothing happened.

To say that I was disappointed would not be correct I was very disappointed. Later in the month after a few more or less stupid attempts to use the stick as a magic wand, I stopped.

Later in the week a letter was delivered by the regular postman, it was from a young Fairy that I had met, it was the fairy that had sent me the Magic tree that I had to water and look after so carefully for it to become a Magic tree. In the letter he asked me if I had found out how to get the tree to work its magic for me. Keep on trying and use your imagination one has to be very clever to get the tree to use magic.

The tree is now twenty years old and I can still not get it to do anything in the line of magic. Part from the very sweet fruit the tree is of no use whatsoever to me. I am now wondering if the young Fairy had got his revenge for one of the tricks that I had played on him all those years ago. I am still wondering what I should do shall I chop the tree down or wait for it to do some magic all on its own.

 A good friend told me that the tree had been doing its magic year after year what about the sweet little fruits it has given me year after year. Is that in itself not magic?