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Black Cloud.

I was in my garden tending the roses when a young man called to me asking if he could, do some work in exchange for a meal. I looked the young man over carefully and could see that his clothes had seen better days but he was clean and I had a small garden bed that wanted digging so I asked him in. He told me that he was on his way to London to take up work in a chemical firm.

Taking the young man into the house, I gave him a meal and then showed him what he had to do in garden. Eating his meal, he spoke about his plans and that he was to start work in two days time. I told him he could stay overnight I had plenty of room in the house and he was welcome to sleep in a proper bed for a night before he left for London and his chemical factory.

Showing my guest to his room, I said goodnight and went on to my bedroom. The next morning I awoke and knew that something was terribly wrong. I could not open the doors or the windows. A thick fog surrounded the house it was as if I was under attack. I looked for my guest who was gone his bed had not been slept in and I felt a fool for having given him so trustingly my hospitality. Then I remembered the gold that the Fairy Queen Feeana had given me to place at the four walls of the house and one piece for the attic. The gold was gone the young man had taken it during the night before he left the house.

I tried hard to call my Fairy friends but the thick fog stopped all means of communication. I was not worried about food as I have a well-stocked larder and the deep freezer is full. I was more worried about being a prisoner in my own house and who was responsible for this state of affairs. Two days and two nights passed away and I wondered how the Little Folk were and if they were in any danger. It was then I had an idea. I wrote the two words in the old Fairy language and a flash of light with a puff of smoke and I was in the Fairies caves under the Himalayan Mountains . From here, it was easy to send mental pictures to her Majesty Queen Feeana.

Queen Feeana came to the caves and appearing before me in a flash of light and a whiff of smoke. She asked me what was wrong. I told her about the young man and his stealing of the Fairy Gold and that my house was no longer under her protection. Waving her wand, the Queen and I in a matter of seconds were back in Fairyland.

Taking her Magic Mirror Her Majesty looked in it and then showed me my house it was by a thick black fog surrounded. In the mirror, a shape appeared, it was a Wizard, which meant me harm. He was jealous because I was writing my stories of the Fairies and the little folk. The young man that had come to my house was his apprentice he took my gold and that was his reward for helping the Wizard. Her Majesty smiled and spoke in the old tongue and then she said the gold is now ordinary dust he will not be able to do anything with it.

Her Majesty then asked me what I would do to punish such an evil man. I thought for a few minutes and then passed my judgment. He shall be a cloud as thick and as black as the cloud that is surrounding my house. He shall wander this world for five hundred years as such, one hundred years for each piece of gold. A wave of her wand and a Wizard turned into a black cloud he will roam the earth as a cloud for the next five hundred years.

I now have a built in protection in my house. Deep inside my four walls are pieces of magic mistletoe, the attic and the cellar are also under the protection of this powerful magic. In future, there will be no gold to tempt anyone just magic mistletoe. All is back to normal at my house now and I still give my hospitality to weary travellers who are in need of it. I too have a small magic mirror it was at her Majesties command especially made for me. I welcome all weary travellers but only after, I have consulted my magic mirror.