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Silence.

Silence has come to stay here in Fairyland. Nothing but really nothing is to be heard. No insects humming, not a bird’s cheerful tweets, even the Fairies work in silence. Not one of the old Fairy songs that I love to hear was being sung by the Fairies. Going to the clearing I at myself down under the old oak tree. Above me sitting on her favourite bough was the owl. I called up to the owl and asked what was causing the silence. I could see the owls beak moving but could hear nothing. To say that I am worried and even a little upset would be an understatement. Am I going or have I gone deaf? I strained to hear the slightest of noises but a complete silence had settled down on Fairyland.

Going back to my home I opened the back door and to my great delight I heard the hinges on the door squeaking. Turning on the radio I heard soft music being played. The same with the television I had to turn the sound down as it was set for high. I prepared my lunch and all the small noises that one makes such placing a saucepan on the old kitchen range or placing coal onto the fire in the grate. These familiar sounds soothed me no end. After lunch I went again into Fairyland. I could hear nothing; one could cut the silence.

With me I had taken a notepad and a pencil if I cannot hear in Fairyland I could at least ask questions by means of writing on the notepad. A Fairy flew past me and I called for her to stop and read what I had written on the blank sheet of paper. “Why is all so quiet? Why cannot I hear the insects humming or the birds chattering one to the other? Taking my notepad the Fairy wrote that all was well the birds are singing the insects are humming away and the owl has been trying to speak to me for the last five minutes.

Looking up into the old oak I beckoned the owl to come to me. I held my arm outstretched so that she could safely land on my arm. I cannot hear anything I wrote onto the paper sheet. Is it me or is Fairyland under attack? I can hear everything, as you know my ears hear the slightest of tones. I have to have such good hearing so that I can hear the field mice as they look for food on the forest floor it must be you. I wrote again telling the owl that in my house I can hear all that is going on in the house. It is just here in Fairyland that I am deaf and cannot hear anything.
Her Majesty appeared in the usual blue flash of light and the small whiff of smoke. Mr. Shaw you are under a spell that I have placed upon you. For one whole week you will not be able to hear anything but silence in Fairyland. I will let you hear for a second or two just what noise is to be heard here in Fairyland. Suddenly I could hear not the usual noise from a busy Fairyland, but a terrible din. It was as if someone was playing every instrument known to man. Not in a melody that is good to listen to but a noise just noise. Suddenly I could hear nothing again. Her Majesty spoke. “All of the little people have decided that they can play a music instrument better than the Toad Orchestra. Now Pixies, Trolls, Bogies, Imps all have an instrument and all are determined to out beat the Toads who have always played music for the Fairy Dances and the Fairy Balls.” I decided that all of this noise might affect you and be harmful that is why you can hear perfectly well in your own home but not here in Fairyland.

A week went by and I could feel the silence in Fairyland although I knew that all of the little people were making noise. I could hear nothing. Nothing came of the instruments and an orchestra to beat the Toad Orchestra. As usual no one could agree to work together and most of the instruments landed on the scrap heap. Fairyland is now back to normal and I hear the insects, the birds and the wild animals that live in Fairyland. Bern