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Fairy Uproar.

Sitting in my wheelbarrow or should I say half lying on my two comfortable cushions in my wheelbarrow, I became aware of a humming sound. The humming sound became louder and louder. Then my garden was invaded by flies, bees, bumblebees, flying ants and other insects.

I ran to the house and closed the door and all of the windows. I was Just in time my kitchen darkened as the insects tried to get into the house through the windows. I have never seen so many insects that appeared to be very angry for some to me unknown reason.

I must admit I did not know what to do against this invasion of insects. Why me I asked myself again and again. Who would want to get the insects angry enough to attack me? Suddenly the window became lighter and I realised that someone or something was spraying my house with the garden hosepipe.

I waited a few minutes then carefully opened the back door leading into the garden. My Leprechaun friend Shamus grinned one of his open-faced grins. I have got rid of this lot better be prepared for the next attack. Then Shamus told me that he had overheard the Fairies as they planned this attack on my house.

It seemed that a Wizard had somehow managed to learn the old Fairy language and with the help of the old language was able to work magic spells against the Fairies. The Fairies knew that I had over the years learned the old language; it could only have been me they said that had enough knowledge to be able to teach the Wizard.

I was dismayed at hearing this I would be the last person that would teach a Wizard of all people any of the Fairy secrets. Shamus told me to put on my old bee keeping clothes and to come with him into Fairyland.

At the clearing by the old oak tree we met the Fairies. They were sitting on toadstools in the Fairy Rings. I was now to hear what I was supposed to have done. Shamus listened for a while and then taking a bell from his pocket he rang the bell.

The Fairies stopped talking and Shamus told me to take off my bee-keeping helm with its fine muslin so that the Fairies could see my face. Shamus told me to put on his own hat. Now all Leprechauns have a large hat with a metal buckle around the hat. Not many people know that the metal buckle is really a truth buckle. And one wearing the hat was compelled to tell the truth.

The Fairies at seeing me with the hat and the truth buckle became quiet. Shamus told one of the Fairies to ask me questions. The first question was, is your name Bernard Shaw. I answered with Yes my name is Bernard Shaw.

Then question after question. I answered honestly every question. Then Shamus asked the fairy to ask me a question so that I could tell a lie that would show whether the buckle was working. The question came, are you twenty meters high? I answered; yes I am twenty meters high.

The buckle on Shamus’s hat turned from blue to green to yellow then red. Shamus’s hat shot high into the air. There said Shamus he told just one lie and my buckle reacted at once all of the other questions he answered honestly. He did not give away any of the fairy secrets and as for the old Fairy Language he did not even speak to a Wizard. So please stop these insect attacks on his house.

The Fairies apologised to me for their silly attack and I took from my pocket the piece of the magic mirror that Her Majesty had given me. One of the Fairies came forward with a piece of cloth that the Wizard had lost in a bramble bush it had caught on some thorns. I placed this small piece of cloth onto my mirror.

The pictures appeared fast. The Wizard picking blackberries with over his head a device that went into his ears. Each time that fairies went past him he listened to what they were saying. Soon he had got on his machine all the words of the Old fairy Language. I recognised the apparatus it was a tape recorder.

With the help of the Fairies and my own magic wand I caused the Wizard to appear in the clearing by the old oak. Over a hundred magic wands now pointed at the Wizard. I spoke, “You have forgotten the old Fairy Language. You will destroy your Tape recorder with all of its tapes. You will no longer come to this part of the woods known to all as Fairyland. If you should ever come back here again you will be turned into a black stone as a warning to all Wizards that want to harm the Fairies.

The rest of the day was spent with the Fairies and Shamus and myself eating Fairy cakes and drinking elderberry wine.