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Gas Bubbles.

Everywhere where there are Fairies, strange things are happening it is as if they are under attack from some person or other. As soon as the Fairies play one of the many games they play, a huge bubble comes from the ground and as it bursts strange smells are in the air. Strange smells is perhaps a little understated it absolutely stinks. The Fairies do not know what is happening it is the same all over the country, north, south, east and west. The wise old fairies do not know what the reason is for these strange bubbles and their horrible stink. Even Her Majesty Queen Feeana is at a loss to say why these bubbles burst and give off theses horrid smells.

I myself had no explanations as to where these bubbles came from or why they stank so terribly putting the Fairies off their play. Her Majesty called a meeting of all the wise old Fairies. I too was invited to see whether I could be of help or not. The meeting took place on Friday the fifteenth of may it was a sunny day and as soon as Her Majesty opened the meeting the bubbles came one after the other and burst, the smell was horrible. I spoke quietly to her Majesty and told her about Gas masks that the humans used in world war two. Her Majesty waved her magic wand and each of the wise old fairies had now a gas mask. The meeting now took place and each Fairy that spoke had to speak clearly as it was difficult to understand under the gas masks.

All of the wise old Fairies had their say and nothing of any use came up at the meeting and Her Majesty closed the meeting thanking them all for their coming. Her Majesty pointed her magic wand at me and I once more felt the familiar feeling of rushing through a quiet space of time. I landed next to her Majesty in her most beautiful garden. We were still both of us wearing our masks. I did not see any of the bubbles and took my mask off. Her Majesty did the same and we sat under one of the old apple trees and discussed what was causing the bubbles to appear all over Fairyland. I suggested to her Majesty that all of the Fairies should be sent to the winter quarters under the Himalayan Mountains for safety there were so many safety precautions there that it would be impossible for them to come to any harm.

Her Majesty waved her magic wand once more and I knew that all of the Fairies were now safe in their winter retreat. Her Majesty used her magic mirror to see whether a Sorcerer or Witch was behind the attacks. The mirror remained dull no picture appeared so it was not any magic that Her Majesty Queen Feeana knew of. Her Majesty then asked Mother Nature if she had any explanation as to where the bubbles with their stinking mixture was coming from. Mother Nature also had no idea they are not natural she told the Queen. We then parted her Majesty sent me back home so that I could go to the big museums in London to see whether such bubbles had appeared before. Her Majesty went to the Fairy Library to look up in the old parchments to see if there was any trace of such bubbles before in Fairyland.

I looked up all the reference books in the British Library and also in the science museum but I could only find articles written about marsh gas appearing in this way. While I was in London I went to a street in Soho to a shop that sold all kinds of things magical. The shopkeeper then told me about a new most powerful Wizard who had settled in London. This Wizard had come from abroad and asked the shopkeeper where he could buy sheet lead. It seemed that he wanted to build himself a shelter and lead would keep all penetrating rays from his person. There are not many places now in London where sheet lead was sold and I soon found the factory where he had bought his lead. I hurried back to Dartford and went into the woods along the Dartford Heath. There were no bubbles to be seen, as all the Fairies were safe in their winter retreat under the Himalayan Mountains. A friendly Robin took a message for me to Her Majesty and once more I was transported to Her Majesties garden.

I told Her Majesty of the new Wizard and of his buying lead that did not allow the magic rays to pass through his walls. This is why Her Majesty had not discovered him with her magic mirror. Her Majesty took out her magic mirror and waved her wand over it. Looking again in the mirror Her Majesty now saw the Wizard her magic penetrated through the walls of lead and she saw a tall man with a long pointed black hat on his head. He was dressed in a long black robe that had a new moon and many gold stars on it. He was looking through a very old book. In one corner of the room was a cage and in the cage was a fairy. The Wizard had somehow managed to catch a fairy and held her prisoner in his house. The Fairy Looked very miserable and I could see why. In a large crystal ball she saw one of the wise old Fairies wearing her gas mask. She was looking for herbs and took no notice of the large bubbles that burst near her.

The Queen Feeana then took me to her cellar I had never been in this room before here she took from a wall cupboard a large black book similar to the one the Wizard was using. Turning the pages she stopped and a smile appeared on her face. “This is just the thing I want.” she said. Speaking in the old language she cast a spell. I myself was looking in the magic mirror and saw first the Fairy disappear and then the Wizard turned into a large bubble. This bubble Her Majesty took with magic and cast it out into the North Sea. If you are any where on the coast and a horrible smell comes onto the land you will know that it is the Wizard. At the same time the Fairy that had been imprisoned in the Wizards house, appeared in front of Her Majesty Queen Feeana. She curtsied first to the Queen and then to me. Speaking in the old tongue she explained to Her Majesty that the Wizard had caught her in one such bubble and that she fell asleep when she awoke she was in a cage in the Wizards home. Her Majesty thanked me for my help and after the familiar way of Fairy travel I found myself back in my home where I made myself a large cup of sweet hot tea and thought about all I had seen and done on that day of the bubbles.

There are no more bubbles now and the Fairies are back doing what they like to do most, painting flowers and dancing and singing. This is a true story that I have with Her Majesties Permission written down for you all to read.