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In Fairyland all is surrounded by secrecy. If I go anywhere near the Fairies they stop talking as soon as I move on the talking starts all over again. I am not really a nosey man but I thought that I was always a welcome guest in Fairyland and popular with all of the Fairies.

I walked over to the old oak tree thinking that perhaps the wise old owl could enlighten me as to what is going on. I took my seat on the roots of the old oak and waited for the wise old owl to appear.

The wise old owl hopped down from her favourite bough and settled just above my head on a lower branch of the old oak. I called out to her, “is there anything that I should know about? Is there anything wrong in Fairyland? The wise old owl looked very knowing but she would not tell me anything. At last she muttered, “it is a surprise, I must not telly you so please do not ask me any more questions.

I decided to walk around Fairland perhaps one of the Fairies would let something slip then I would not have to wonder what was going on in this part of Dartford Heath. I walked around passing the many small thatched roof cottages of the Fairies, I saw nothing out of the ordinary some of the cottages had freshly washed clothing on lines strung between trees. No Fairies gossiping were to be seen. I decided to walk back home and have my lunch. The walking in Fairyland had given me quite an appetite.

I quickly prepared a couple of sandwiches and made a pot of hot sweet tea. I had no interruptions during my lunch and this fact got me thinking again. What had the Fairies in store for me? I decided to go for another stroll through Fairyland.

This time I hid behind trees and walked very quietly. It was not long before I heard some Fairies talking. I must admit that what I heard was most distressing. The Fairies were going to ask Her Majesty Queen Feeanna, Queen of all the Fairies to turn me into a Fairy, they wanted me to become one of them.

The idea gave me no pleasure, I did not want to become a Fairy, I am afraid of heights so that would stop me from using my wings. I can do a little magic and I still have the magic wand and the piece of broken magic mirror plus the pocket full of never ending magic dust. No I definitely wanted to remain that what I am a normal human being. I do not want to be turned into anything.

I went to the Fairy Queens Cottage, Her Majesty was waiting for me a small table with two comfortable chairs, on the table some golden Goblets and a flacon of my favourite elderberry wine. We exchanged greetings and Her Majesty smiled, “You do not want to become a Fairy Mr. Shaw. You are quite happy as you are. A life span of a thousand years does not interest you. You are happy with the little magic that you are able to perform. I quite understand and I will free you and all of the Fairies from this nonsense. A wave of her magic wand and suddenly I wondered what I was doing sitting here in Her Majesties garden drinking Elderberry wine. Her Majesty started to tell me about the old home of the Fairies on a planet way out in space. With another smile from her Majesty and I found myself at home washing up the dishes that I had used for my lunch. No more Fairy secrets as I walked through Fairyland it was the Wise Old Owl that told me about what had happened on that day. I myself had forgotten all about it. That is why I am able to tell you all about the time the Fairies wanted to turn me into a Fairy.