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Ink In My Pen Run Dry.

Some thing strange is going on the Magic Pen her Majesty Gave me as a reward for writing about the Fairies. This Magic Pen would never run out of ink, I myself have written over two thousand Fairy Tales with this pen. Some thing or someone has used magic to stop the flow of ink. I decided to go to the clearing by the old Oak tree ands get a robin or a wren to ask her Majesty to come and see what or who it is that has stopped the flow of ink. This is for me a serious matter I am getting no ideas even my hand seems to be affected my fingers are stiff and I cannot even hold the pen properly let alone write a Fairy Tale.

The wise old owl saw me coming and hopped down from her bough. Her familiar greeting of,” To whit, to who,” was a welcome to my ears. The message from the wise old owl was not so good. All songbirds have been driven away from the clearing. It seems that the same person that has stopped the flow of ink from my Magic Pen has frightened away all of the song birds that would and could carry a message for me to Her Majesty, Queen Feeanna Queen of all the Fairies. As the wise old owl spoke bright bluefish light and a small whiff of smoke and her Majesty Herself was with us under the old oak tree.

Her majesty asked me for my Magic Pen, this she placed on her magic mirror and we all saw the face of the Wizard Mordecai. His face was just as ugly as it was the last time I saw him. He was bent over a table filled with wild flowers and herbs every few seconds he placed a flower or an herb in to the large pot that hung over a tripod. Quite a fire was under the pot and even though we were looking at what he was doing through the magic Mirror I swear that I could smell the horrible smells coming from his cauldron hanging on its tripod. I looked at her Majesty; her Majesty was making notes of all of the flowers and herbs that Mordecai was boiling up in his cauldron. Suddenly a book appeared in front of her Majesty the book opened and I managed o see the writing, How to get rid of Wise Old Owls. After a loud, ”To whit, To who,” The Wise Old Owl spoke so that even I could understand. He wants to get rid of Owls let us see how good he is at dodging an owl bombardment. Closing its eyes the Wise Old Owl uttered some noises even her Majesty looked at the owl and asked if it would really go so far as to Bombard Mordecai. The Owl preened her Feathers and told her majesty that no one threatens an owl and gets away with it. Apart from that Your Majesty Mr. Shaw is a good friend of mine and I know that he is unhappy because his Magic Pen will not write this Mordecai had used Magic on a very good friend of mine this must be punished. It is too late to stop and attacks not the second flight is on the way. Believe me your Majesty Mordecai will not interfere with Mr. Shaw and his pen ever again. Then the mirror cleared and we saw wave after wave of Owls each clutching a stone in its claws. What the first wave had started the second wave finished. Mordecai had managed to Magic himself away. The cauldron was tipped over and the liquid was running all over the floor. No Owl will suffer from Mordecai we owls will be having an eye on him no matter where he tries to hide. In future what with the Owls and Her Majesty Mr. Shaw will be able to write as many Fairy tales as he wishes without any interference from Mordecai. Her Majesty handed me the magic Pen back and to my great delight I was able to write page after page. Mordecai is the best observed man in this world an owl is always following him. He just cannot hide not even with the help of Magic. The Queen of all the Fairies had many helpers even the smallest of creatures were only too happy to tell Her Majesty where Mordecai was at any time of the day or night. The Wise Old Owls saw to the rest.