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Sunday Afternoon.

It was a wet Sunday afternoon. I had just put my feet up on to the settee when a knock on my front door disturbed my peace. I had this book that I had been wanting to read for a fortnight or more. I just had not got around to reading it; there was always something that came in between.

I went to the front door and opened it. Standing on my doorstep was a man that said he was from the Fairy Queen Feeana. Now I was fully on my guard; Queen Feeana would never send a human to contact me, it would have been a Fairy or a Leprechaun or even a bird of the forest never a human.

I gave the man an old fashioned look and said,” There must be some mistake, I know no one of that name.” What did you say the name was again?” “Queen Feeana,” came the reply- “ I know a Queenie Johnson but Feeana, Sorry,” I said. “I know no Feeana does she live near here?”

The man took from his pocket a small box of white powder and threw it at me. I was too quick for him and slammed the door shut in his face. I was worried that the man meant harm to my friends the Queen and all the Fairies and Leprechauns not to mention the Little Folk such as the Pixies and Imps and all of the others that live in Fairyland.

I took my invisible cloak that Queen Feeana had once given me and made my way to the Forest. The rain was now coming down in torrents and I was pleased that I had put on my Wellingtons and my rain cape with my wide hat that my brother had sent me from Australia. There were no Fairies to be seen all were safely in their houses because of the rain.

My thoughts must have been read because suddenly I was inside Her Majesties home. I told Her Majesty about my visitor and the white powder that he had thrown at me when I denied all knowledge of Queen Feeana. Her Majesty took out her truth mirror and showed it to me. A picture of the man that knocked at my door was clearly to be seen in the mirror.

“Yes your Majesty that is the man.” “I know him as a troublemaker,” said her Majesty. He is the sort that kidnaps people and then tries to get privileges by holding the person or person’s to ransom.  It is time that I taught him a lesson.” “Would you mind leading him into the forest the next time that he comes?” “ Yes your Majesty I do not like people that throw powder at me.” “ I will lead him into the woods if and when he comes again.”

The next day it was still raining and I took my book from the table and made myself comfortable on the settee by the fire. I had read five chapters when there was again a knock on my front door. I thought it was perhaps one of the local traders trying to sell me something. I must admit I was a little angry at being interrupted while reading my very interesting book.