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The last week it rained nearly every day and I did not get to go into the woods. The fairies have been back from their winter quarters under the Himalayan Mountains for the last two weeks. One or two have been to the house to see me or as I strongly suspect to eat of my ginger biscuits. I keep a packet or two in the larder in case of such visitors. Fairies, Leprechauns and Pixies all love ginger biscuits. It has been fine now for the last two days and I decided to go out into the woods.
Pulling on my Wellington boots and taking my old cap from the back door, I ventured out first into my back garden where I saw that the rain had done the plants good. Then out of my back gate directly into the woods. The birds were in full song as if happy to see the sun once again. The sun is shining brightly and I walk quietly through the woods. It always pays to walk quietly in the woods as one sees much of nature that when one makes a noise one would never see. I saw many such animals as the badger the stoat and the shy mother deer with her young.
I made my way slowly through the woods taking one of the wild animal paths when I saw something just in front of me that was shining very brightly as the sun’s rays caught it. Going to the spot I picked up a diamond brooch. The brooch was actually a name. On a solid gold background someone had placed small diamonds to form the word Feeana. I thought at first that Her Majesty had been this way and lost her brooch. I changed my direction and made my way to Her Majesty’s cottage.
I knocked on Her Majesty’s front door and her sweet voice bid me to enter. On entering the front room I was once again surprised at how comfortable the cottage was. There was no pomp or throne, just a table and four chairs, a comfortable settee and two arm chairs. Running round the wall were pots of flowers, not the shop bought kind but fresh wild flowers. A large cupboard finished the furniture. “ Hello Mr. Shaw,” she said. “ You do not often come to visit me. Is everything well with you?”
“Your Majesty,” I said as I finished making my bow. “I have found something in the woods that I think belongs to you.” Taking the brooch out of my pocket I laid it on the table in front of Her Majesty. The Queen went terribly white in her face and I thought that she was going to faint. Taking a hold of herself Queen Feeana went to the cupboard and taking from the shelf a small box. Taking her wand she pushed the box towards me. I opened the small box and there was a twin brooch to the one that I had found it was exactly the same.
This is the second brooch to come to me in this way. The work is that of an evil Wizard that means ill toward the Fairy folk. The first brooch I managed to block its working with my magic wand, It has been in the cupboard ever since. “May I take the two brooches with me?” I asked Her Majesty. “Yes please do, I would be very happy knowing that both are thoroughly destroyed.” Going out into the garden I soon had a bright fire burning. Over the fire was a heavy metal pot hanging on a tripod.
I threw the two brooches into the pot and very soon the gold melted. It was then fairly easy to take the diamonds from out of the pot with a pair of scissors that I had borrowed from Her Majesty. The diamonds I placed in my handkerchief and when the gold was cold enough I took the metal out of the iron pot and took it to Her Majesty. Her Majesty Queen Feeana placed the gold clump on the table and asked me what I had done to stop the evil that had been coming from the brooches. I told her that Human fire is one good way of getting rid of bad things.
Taking the gold her Majesty waved her wand at it and the gold clump rose towards the ceiling and started spinning. Faster and faster went the gold clump until it was just a blur before our eyes. Under the gold clump there appeared a man, he reached for the gold and he too went spinning round and round. Faster and faster, round and round until they, both the gold and the man spun out into the open and rose higher and higher into the sky. They have not been seen since. The Diamonds I took with me to the seaside and hiring a boat I threw the diamonds into the North Sea and to my knowledge
they have never been found again.
Please accept a humble "Namaskar" from a faraway mate Mr Bern Si
Please accept a humble "Namaskar" from a faraway mate Mr Respected Bern Sir.I am overjoyed at your milestone of 100.But I know you are too wise for such frivolities. I read your "Bern's Dozen" about an hour back.The titles are beginning with either B ,C & D. Interesting thought
But Sir,Mate.Friend or whatever after reading your stupefying and magical stories my pen & keyboard has prompted me not to act the "wise owl". An owl will be an owl and never a wizard of enticing tales.If I would have been born 20 years earlier I would seek your permission and translate your works into Bengali. But it's too late for that 
You speak morals with a simple story.Indeed, the world has its population of fairies,elves,leperchauns,witches,sorcerers though they may not look as such. Not trying to flatter you (what's the point in flattering you) I must say you are a giant among giants.I again thank you from a dusty , warm sub Himalayan India my good mate.After reading your stories carefully I have gained much insight and shed most of my inhibitions.It's strange why other "posters" avoid commenting on your posts. But I think this is the ultimate warning that bishu should shut up 
May the Fairies and Her Majesty never take away your magic wand,dust or mirror
~With bestest wishes from bishu & others following you beyond fairy life~
©bishu
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Bishu, Friend, Mate, I think it would be a wonderful idea if you were to write a few fairy tales. India as a background I often think of Rudyard Kiplings stories on India. Mowgli and all of the other fascinating creatures mentioned in his wonderful books. You with your lifetimes background could open up a complete new Fairy World. An Indian Fairy World to fascinate children all over this globe that we call home. Fairies are after all just a figment of someones imagination. Give it a try my Friend perhaps you too will get a Prize not the Nobel Prize for Liturature but I am sure that other prizes would be not only acceptabe but also desirable. In my mind's eye I see Indian Fairies riding on the backs of Tigers and Elephants. A young Indian boy or girl becoming friends with the Fairies. A whole new series of Fairy Tales could springfrom your masterly pen. Give it a try Bishu. Thank you for the greetings and your most favourable comment on my tales of fairy life. I have always tried to give each story a moral to help gude Children through this life on our overfilled world. My best wishes and kind regards to you and your family in that warm dry climate that you know as home. Bern