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The Stranger.

Every day for a week now a strange man has been wandering around Fairyland. Many people come to Fairyland to look for mushrooms in season nuts and blackberries are what most are looking for. This stranger was looking for something but it was not the mushrooms or other eatable things that grow in Fairyland. He walked past many luscious blackberries and obviously had no eye for the many mushrooms. The Fairies kept a look out for him as did the birds but whatever it was he was seeking he did not find it.

The following week he came again this time he had a map of Fairyland and kept looking at his map going off into different directions. I decided to follow him at a safe distance I did not want him to think that I was spying on him. He went this way and that way and kept coming to the clearing by the old oak. The wise old owl watched every move he made she was now as interested in the stranger as I was.

One day the stranger came with a rucksack on his back in the rucksack he had one of the digging spades made for the army. I was now wondering what he needed the spade for. Following him I watched as he went to the old oak then he walked in a straight line twenty paces to the North. I saw that he had a compass in his hand he was not very knowledgeable as far as woods or forests go. To look for North is easy one looks at the bark of the trees a greenish greyish moss grows. One looks for the moss and knows that it is on the side of the tree facing north.

Taking his army spade from his rucksack he unfolded it and started to dig. He did not know it but he was being watched not only by me but also by all the birds and Fairies. Digging in the woods is very hard work all kinds of obstacles have to be removed such as tree roots and large stones among other things. The stranger dug and stopped often to wipe the sweat from his forehead. He dug until quite a large pile of earth, stones and broken tree roots were to be seen by the hole in the ground. Two long hours went past and the man took the piece of paper and looked at it long and very intensely. I watched him tear the piece of paper into small pieces that he threw into the hole that he had dug. The army spade he threw into the hole and walked away from Fairyland. The expression on his face was one of disappointment. Somehow I felt sorry for the man whatever it was that he was looking for was not to be found in the hole that he had dug.

To leave a hole in Fairyland would have been dangerous and I took the army spade and started to fill the hole with the pile on the side of the hole. Spade after spade I slowly filled the hole. It was then I saw what the stranger had been looking for it was a bracelet of solid gold. On the outer side of the bracelet were brilliants mounted with rubies. Inside of the bracelet were engravings or better words. My Darling Daughter Feeanna for her fourteenth birthday, Mummy. I finished filling the hole and walked to Her Majesties thatched roofed cottage. Her Majesty recognised the bracelet and told me that a human had stolen it. I told her Majesty about the stranger and how he had dug and dug the large hole and of my filling the hole so that it would not be a danger to the wild animals and Fairies. No one has ever seen the stranger again and the hole is now overgrown with grass and wild flowers no trace of the hole or the Stranger was to be seen. Bern