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Wizard Baker.

It was a good party. All of Fairyland was present. The Fairies and the Leprechauns. The Pixies and the Elves, It started at eight o’clock in the evening and went on till the early hours of the morning. Elderberry wine and sweet small honey cakes were for all of the little folk in plenty on long tables. One just helped oneself to whatever one fancied. There was a small but fine orchestra playing sweet Fairy melodies The musicians were Elves dressed in deep purple suits, all were wearing a headdress consisting of a wide floppy cap in which coloured feathers were stuck. The orchestra looked very smart indeed. Dancing on the forest floor were couples, the dresses of the maids were very colourful and the boys wore mostly forest green. The orchestra played the last waltz of the night and the couples slowly disappeared in all directions.

What the little folk did not know there was a hidden spectator watching all that had gone on at the dance. This spectator was a very powerful Wizard he was dressed all in black and had a cloak that made him invisible to all of the little folk. His reason for being at the dance was to find out how to make the sweet fairy cakes. He was very disappointed as the fairy cakes just appeared out of nowhere. As soon as one plate was empty it was magically filled again and again. In a terrible rage he left the forest and went back to his large cave hidden deep in the mountainside.

The Wizard slept for a little while then started to bake what he thought were fairy cakes. He used plenty of honey and flour, butter and nuts and other tasty things. These he mixed together in a large cauldron and filling some baking tins with the mixture he placed them in a hot oven. The first cakes that he baked were burnt he had used too big a fire for the oven it was too hot. The second batch looked like the fairy cakes but as he tasted one of them he spat it out it was much too sweet. He mixed and baked all of the day but it was to no avail the cakes were not fairy cakes even if they looked like fairy cakes.

The Wizard was an evil man and soon had a plan to get his fairy cakes. He went into the forest every night under the cover of his invisible cloak. He watched the Fairies closely for hours on end. He watched them painting the flowers and the leaves and all of the butterflies but he never once saw a Fairy making cakes. He decided to change his plan and went into the forest by day still under his cloak of invisibility. It was the same as at night except the Fairies played most of the day and soon their laughing and singing made him wish he was back home in his cave.

The Wizard then had another plan he would kidnap one of the Fairies and make her tell him how to make the cakes. Soon he was back in the forest and sure enough the evil man kidnapped a Fairy. Taking her back to his cave he put chains around her legs and told her to make him some fairy cakes. The Fairy thought that the Wizard must be a little crazy everyone knew how to make fairy cakes. She asked him for some flour and some honey, some nuts and some water and some butter. Then she told him that he would have to pick the petals off some special flowers and bring them to her. She needed the flower petals to give the cakes their special taste.

Going off into the forest the Wizard collected the petals from the flowers that the Fairy told him she wanted for the cakes. Back in the cave the Fairy took from under her dress her magic wand and cut the chains in half. She soon flew back to her fairy playmates and told them of her ordeal and what the Wizard wanted. When she came to the flower petals the Fairies all laughed out loud. There were no flower petals in fairy cakes they were made by magic and the taste one could not describe just perhaps that they tasted sweet.

Back home in his cave the Wizard saw that the Fairy had got rid of her chains and left the cave. He was not particularly worried as he now had the petals for the flowers that the Fairy had told him about. He was busy mixing another mixture for his cakes when an earthquake started to shake the cave and all of his pot and pans his cauldron and all that was in the cave flew around as if they were alive. The Fairies who had secretly come to the cave were in fact controlling them. Satisfied that nothing was in its right place and that the Wizard had been taught a lesson the Fairies flew back to their games in the forest. The wizard moved to another part of the country and is still trying to make fairy cakes. He cannot make fairy cakes but he became a wonderful baker and soon his cakes were the talk of the town. His secret was not just that practice makes a master but he added flower petals to his cakes and that was the secret of his success.