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The Black Box.

My telephone is once again not working. No matter how often I complain it seems that the telephone company could not care less about whether I can phone from the house or not. One important call that I simply had to make sent me off to the telephone box at the end of my street. Pushing open the door I entered the telephone booth. The first thing that caught my eye was a shiny black box. I pushed the box to one side and made my call. Picking up the box I made my way home. At home in my back kitchen I placed the box on the kitchen table and made myself a cup of hot sweet tea. The box was of ebony wood and highly polished. Someone was surely missing the box it looked valuable to me. I inspected the box looking for some way of opening it. I tried pushing up on the two front corners of the box. Nothing happened.

I finished drinking my tea and had what I thought was a silly idea. I spoke the words that Aladdin spoke whenever he entered his cave filled with gold and silver and jewels of all kinds. Closing my eyes I concentrated on saying the words, “Open Sesame.” To my surprise the lid of the box opened. Inside of the box was just one pebble a pebble that one finds on many of the seashores around Great Britain. Taking the pebble in my hand I felt warmth creeping through my fingers up into my upper arm and down to my heart. I was not frightened the warmth somehow was very comforting. The large scar that was on my arm from an accident as small child slowly disappeared leaving fresh skin. “Have I found a healing stone?” I have heard of such stones but who could have left such a valuable object in a telephone booth?

Just above my knee I too have a scar left over from my football days. I placed the stone on the scar it too disappeared and I felt better than I had done for a long time. I knew that the pebble and the ebony box did not belong to me and I decided to put a small advert in the local paper. Found in a telephone booth one box will the owner please get in touch with me? The advert appeared in the local paper and I settled back to wait for someone to come and claim the box. The weeks went past and no one came to the house. The box with its pebble is now with the Wise Old Fairies it has helped many of the little folk in Fairyland.

One day I mentioned the box with its healing pebble to Her Majesty Queen Feeanna this is what Her Majesty told me. Many years ago at King Arthur’s court the Famous Wizard Merlin was asked to find something to help the Knights of the Round Table many of the knights were on their journeys badly wounded and there were not many people such as surgeons or doctors to help these knights. Merlin was on the beach at the time and on seeing the small pebbles rounded by the waves on the seashore. He took a handful of the pebbles back with him to Tintagel, Arthur’s Castle. Here he steeped the stones in many a healing liquid when he was satisfied with his work he called one of the knights Sir Lancelot and asked him to place on of the pebbles on to the bad scars that covered his body. The stones sent warmth all over the body of Sir Lancelot and scar after scar disappeared leaving Sir Lancelot’s body as smooth as a baby not a scar was to be seen.

Each of the knights was given one of the pebbles. For the knights these pebbles were so valuable that each had an ebony box made by Merlin himself. Only in one way could the boxes be opened and that was by using Aladdin’s words of Open Sesame. The ebony box with its healing pebble was held in high regard by the Fairies and is often in use. Bern