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The Queen’s Wish.

Once again the Fairies, the Pixies, the Elves, the Imps and not to forget them the Trolls all are arguing and getting on each others nerves. No work is being done and the few Fairies that were working had their work destroyed by the others in fairyland.

Things got so bad that stones and pieces of wood were being thrown at each other. The whole thing had developed into a small sized war. The Wise Old Owl told me about the state of affairs in Fairyland and could I do something about things. I had to admit that although I could do a little magic It was beyond my magic powers to stop this kind of mischief.

Now things are so bad that all of the little folk in Fairyland are throwing stones at the birds and the wild animals. I fed the birds with the scraps from my breakfast and asked one of the Robins to take a message to Her Majesty Queen Feeanna for me. The Robin flew off and I sat beneath the old oak tree to await Her Majesties appearance.

The Wise Old Owl would not come down from her favourite bough she is afraid of the stones and pieces of wood that are being thrown at all that fly or walk through what was once a peaceful Fairyland. To top it all my Robin Messenger came back injured from a stone thrown at it by two of the very ugly Trolls.

With my magic wand, a present from Her Majesty I healed the Robin’s wound and made her a small present of some nice fat juicy worms. I watched the Robin fly off and nearly missed the bright flash of light and the small whiff of smoke, Her Majesty had come because someone had used a magic wand here in Fairyland.

On seeing me her Majesty greeted me and asked why I had used magic. I told Her Majesty of the terrible goings on here in fairyland. The stone and wood throwing and the rows and quarrels amongst the Fairy folk and the rest of the little people here in Fairyland. I sent a Robin to ask you Your Majesty to arrange a meeting alone I cannot help the little peoples. The magic was to heal the Robin’s wound.

Her Majesty told me to await a proclamation that she would send to me by means of a Leprechaun. I was to go home and not to enter fairyland until I received the Royal Proclamation. I went back to my house and entered my kitchen pleased that I had not been attacked with sticks and stones. A hot cup of sweet tea refreshed me and I sat back to await my Leprechaun messenger with the Royal Proclamation. One week went past and still no Messenger. This was unlike a Leprechaun not to deliver something like a Royal Proclamation and I began to worry. I need not have worried for a couple of days later the robin came to eat from my bird’s table the small tit bits from my breakfast leftovers. He quickly ate the leftovers on the birds table and told me of the state of affairs in Fairyland. All was peaceful, the Fairies had all gone back to work, and the Pixies were on their best behaviour, the Imps only occasionally made some mischief. The Elves had wandered off on their own and the Trolls had all gone back to their real home in Scandinavian.

The Robin told me about a Leprechaun that had placed a Royal Proclamation on the old oak tree with the wishes of Her Majesty. The Robin next told me of the Queen’s wishes.

Without Peace In fairyland.

 Her Majesty could no longer be Queen of all of the Fairies.

If peace was not established in one week her Majesty would fly back to the original planet of the Fairies.

If this Royal Proclamation was ignored then her Majesty would leave fairyland so that all of the little people could war one with the other.

No wounds would be attended to and no fairy cakes and Elderberry wine would be served. It was undersigned by Her Majesty Queen Feeanna and all of the Wise Old Fairies.

I am pleased to report that all may enter Fairyland without being hit by stones  or sticks by the little folk. The birds and the wild animals are all happily going about their businesses and it is as if there was kind of disturbance in the first place.