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Beauty Contest.

In Fairyland the Fairies agreed to hold a contest to see who was the prettiest Fairy. The great day arrived and the Fairies came in two’s and three’s to the meeting place. All of the Fairies had been trying for days to get their hair in shape for the event. All had used the still waters of the stream for a mirror. Some of the styles were very odd to say the least. One of the Fairies in her excitement had fallen in to the stream and it took over a quarter of an hour to dry her wings.

“Who would be the judge of the contest?” I found myself asking the Fairies; this was something that they had forgotten about. I told them that I could not be a Judge because I found them all very pretty. The Leprechauns were asked but they refused it was not a Leprechauns duty to say who was the prettiest Fairy of them all. Then the Pixies were asked but the Fairies knew the Pixies too well and they all agreed that the Pixies were not competent to give a fair judgement.

The Royal Queen of the Fairies, Queen Feeana was asked but owing to matters of importance could not come to be the judge of the contest. This was now getting out of hand; whoever had heard of a beauty contest without a judge or judges. Some of the suggestions from the fairies were not very good. One suggested that as the Toad is an ugly creature it above all would be able to judge who was the prettiest of all the Fairies.

Then another Fairy put forward that the Dragon who is one of the most truthful of all the creatures should be the judge. Another was that the Flying Horse Pegasus would be more fitting as he was such a handsome being that he could not fail to pick the prettiest of all the Fairies. Another suggestion was that a Gnome should be the Judge after all everyone knows that Gnomes are ugly from birth on.

The Fairies were taking this matter so seriously that they started getting shoddy with their work. Flowers that were once known to be blue such as the cornflower were painted blue yellow and black. The daisies were now looking from dark red to bright pink even the humans were beginning to take notice. Most people put the colour mistakes down to the world’s overheating. It was just another side effect.

Just as things were going from bad to worse I had one of my ideas. It was not brilliant but it would I thought do the trick. I called all of the Fairies together and told them that the Fairy that could write the best poem about fairies would be the winner as all the fairies were very pretty each in his or her own way. I made it a condition that no one was to write a single word until the Fairies all day work had been done.

Then I became over a hundred poems written by the Fairies all were very good but I had to pick a winner. I placed all of the poems in a large basket and got the youngest Fairy to pick one from the basket. This I read and announced the winner it was Donnafee. Here is her poem judge for yourself whether I made the right choice or not.