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A Days Work.

Walking through Fairyland I could see all of the fairies working away at colouring the flowers and plants that Mother Nature so abundantly supplies. Just one fairy sat doing nothing. The toadstool that she was sitting on was a bright red with yellow spots. I asked her why she was not helping the other fairies with their painting. “Yesterday I did at least two days work and today I am resting.” I am very surprised that a fairy would give me such an answer, normally I would be told of some strange thing that had happened to the fairy. “Does Her Majesty know that you are resting today?” I asked. “Oh no, I do not always tell Her Majesty when I take a day off from work, she would not be at all happy with me sitting here taking things easy.” I walked away thinking that it was just a little something that would soon pass away.

A week later as I was walking through Fairyland I saw the same fairy sitting again on a toadstool. “You worked so hard yesterday that you are taking today off.” I said. This time she asked me not to tell Her Majesty that she was not busy like all of the other fairies. I could see that something was wrong, “What is the matter with you,” I gently asked. “I am so bored with painting the flowers and things,” she said and I could see the tears coming slowly from her eyes. “Please do not cry, little one.” I said as softly as I could. I will see how I can help you. “I do not like to see any of you fairies unhappy.” I walked on leaving her sitting on her toadstool. A little later I saw a robin and asked it to take a message for me to Her Majesty Queen Feeana. Queen Feeana appeared in the usual blue light and I told her that one of her fairies was very unhappy. Her Majesty took out her magic mirror and in it she saw the little fairy that was still sitting on her toadstool with the tears coming from her eyes.

I told Her Majesty that the little one was unhappy because she was bored painting the flowers and shrubs. The next day I was in the woods and saw all of the fairies sitting together. They were waiting for something to happen. Her Majesty appeared and the fairies all stood up to greet her. Her Majesty spoke to the fairies. “Today,” she said. “No one is to paint flowers I want all of you to do or make something that you really would like to do.” Her Majesty then disappeared as she had come and I watched the fairies for a while and saw that while some were busy painting the flowers a few others were doing other things. One was writing in a book. Another was busy combing the other fairies hair. Yet another was writing what looked like chemical formulas on some paper. The little one that was crying the previous day was busy sewing flowers and little pictures on some cloth. All were so busy that they had forgotten the time. Her Majesty it seems had been watching over the fairies and now came back to the opening where the fairies were sitting each doing that what she or he wanted.

Her Majesty looked at each fairies work, her praise was gratefully accepted by the fairies. When she came to the little fairy that had started all of this, Her Majesty was amazed at how perfect the stitches were in the little one’s pictures. Queen Feeana made her decision, all of the fairies that had wanted to do something else than paint the flowers were sent to the wise old fairies. The wise old fairies had been told by Her Majesty that the fairies were to be given anything that they wanted to do each his or her work. The little fairy that was so good at sewing asked for coloured silks and a large tapestry that she sewed for over a hundred years. The tapestry shows the fairies homes and Fairyland the colours are wonderful. The tapestry is now in the Fairy University and one day it will be on show for all to see. Yes even the humans will get to see the most wonderful tapestry that the world has ever seen. The little fairy is now one of the wise old fairies and it is her job to go to the fairy schools and find out what each fairy likes doing the best. Now only few of the fairies paint flowers the rest all work at whatever they can do well and there is no more fibbing in fairyland with a fairy saying it had worked twice as hard on the yesterday that is why it was today resting. This is another true story and all children should do that what they can do the best. “Do you not agree?”