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Baked Potatoes.

There has been no rain for the last two months the Heath at Dartford is very dry and the danger of fire is indeed a problem. What actually started the fire is not really known it could have been a carelessly thrown away cigarette; or even the sun’s rays being reflected from a broken bottle or jam jar. The local Fire Brigade turned out in force to put the fire out but dried gorse bushes burn like tinder and it took a whole day to get the fire under control. Everywhere there were small patches of fire still burning. The Trolls had the idea first and ran to the potato field of the next farm. Here they dug or should I say stole potatoes. These potatoes they placed in the small fires. Telling each other how delicious baked potatoes are.

The Pixies followed the Trolls and soon from all over the Heath one could smell the potatoes baking. It looked as if a feast would take place Pixies and Trolls’ working together was something that one rarely sees. They mostly argue and quarrel with one another. Soon Trolls and Pixies followed by the Fairies came to the clearance by the old oak tree. Mushroom tables were placed everywhere by the Fairies in return for the tables they were given some of the baked potatoes. Soon the feast got under way and singing and dancing by the light of the moon and the stars. The smell of the baked potatoes all had a wonderful time.

Later on most of the little folk had gone home to their beds and I made my way to my back garden. On the way I came across a Fairy that had tried to help a Troll that was rolling on the floor with what sounded like a really upset stomach. Both of them were in pain and I took them to the hospital run by the Fairies. On the way I saw other Pixies Trolls and Fairies and all had the same symptoms tummy aches and a feeling of sickness. It turned out that all that had eaten of the potatoes were poisoned by the new type of manure the Farmer was using to get his potatoes to be even bigger than the other Farmer’s potatoes in the district.

The next day after night in the Fairy Hospital all were told to come to the clearing where Her Majesty would speak to the Little Folk. Soon all were assembled the Fairies, the Pixies and the Trolls. Her Majesty appeared in the blue flash and puff of smoke and spoke to the Little Folk. Many of you have stolen potatoes from the farm. The Farmer is using a new kind of manure to get his potatoes to grow bigger than the other Farmers Potatoes. This manure is not for the little folk and apart from this you have stolen the Farmers potatoes to have a feast of baked potatoes. The Farmer relies on his potatoes to feed the pigs and to sell at Market. No one is allowed to steal, Fairy Cakes are provided for one and all this is the last time that anyone from Fairyland takes anything from the local Farms we do not know what the Farmers are using for seed or what manures; or if you will Chemicals they are using to get the crops to grow bigger and better. This time you all had tummy pains and felt sick, who knows if there is another time; how ill you could really become. The fires are now gone and fresh grass is growing where the old gorse bushes caught alight. The smell of baked potatoes too is gone and all has settled down again two days later it poured with rain and that has banned the danger of fire on the Heath or Fairyland. Bern