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Doom Dream.

It is Sunday morning, I love Sundays it means that I can have a long lay in. My bed is extra warm and I snuggle back between the sheets. I had on the previous night set the (tea’s maid,)  tea-making machine, to make a cup of tea at ten o’clock. Normally as I might have told you all I get up each day at seven o’clock. I usually wash and shave and get ready for the day. Sundays I just want to lie in my warm snug bed and doze. I have some very good dreams while I lay in the extra three hours. This dream though I cannot be sure that I dreamt it or did I actually live through it. I will let you all decide.

I am in the middle of Fairyland there is a warm breeze blowing and most of the animals were laying in the shade. It is a very hot day and I can feel the pearls of sweat that run down my brow. From a distance I could hear the beat of drums, Boom! Boom! Boom! The noise came nearer and I began to wonder who or what on earth is making such a noise. Then into my view came three Leprechauns it was they that were banging on the drum that each one carried.

As they saw me they stopped their banging and came nearer. The first spoke in a loud clear voice, “We are here to warn the Peoples of Fairyland that the Wizard Magoricum is going to invade Fairyland with a plague that is so terrible that it will wipe out all life. There will be no trees, no bushes, no flowers, no animals or other living creatures. Fairyland will not exist any more. In its place there will be one big desert.

This was terrible news and I immediately set off to Her Majesty’s cottage that was hidden deep in the woods. Her Majesty was not surprised to see me she smiled and made me welcome with a glass of her most excellent parsnip wine.  I told Her Majesty my bad news and she told me that she already had heard the news one of the robins had brought her the message just before I had arrived. On the table in front of her, Her Royal Majesty had placed the Magic mirror. She asked me to look into the mirror.

In the mirror I saw Magoricum a powerful Wizard sitting in a large cave, In the middle of the cave he had a tripod on which was hanging a large pot under the pot burnt a fire. In the pot he threw from time to time strange packets that held powder in various colours. In another corner I saw three mice each had a drum strapped to its belly and Boom! Boom! Boom! Just like the three Leprechauns. I did not hear them speaking just the booming of the drums.

I looked at the three Leprechauns again and saw that they were fading and then coming back into view. The Wizard Magoricum did not have complete control of the mice and that is why the Leprechauns kept fading. The noise from the drums though was very real and hurt the ears. Taking some cotton wool from my pocket I opened the packet and gave some to Her Majesty I also placed two plugs of cotton wool in my own ears. Turning back to the Wizard Magoricum I saw him drop some liquid into the Saucepan and then it happened a large explosion shook the cave and the Wizard and Mice disappeared.

“ Did you do something Your Majesty?” I asked, “No came the answer whatever he dropped into the saucepan caused the explosion.”  We continued looking into the mirror but Magoricum was nowhere to be seen. The three Leprechauns had also vanished and taking the cotton wool from our ears. There was a silence that nearly hurt after the booming of the drums.

Taking me by the Hand her Majesty waved her magic wand and we were in the Wizard Magoricum’s cave. We both looked carefully into every part of the cave but there were no Mice. No Wizard, all was peaceful. Then I saw an old book of magic that was lying under the table it had probably fallen there after the explosion. Her Majesty read the page and written on to it were directions for making a wasted desert. “ He made a mistake,” said her Majesty. “He should not have dropped the liquid into the saucepan until it had cooled down.” “This book is too dangerous to be left lying around I will destroy it.” Waving her Magic wand once again the book slowly burnt to ash.

My (Tea’s maid) awoke me at ten o’clock. I poured myself a cup of tea and sugared it with two spoons full of sugar and pouring a little milk into the cup I drank my tea and thought about what I had dreamt or did I dream the little story that I have just written for you all to read.