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Windy Night.

Rain being blown against my bedroom window awoke me. Turning on the light I looked at my alarm clock, five in the morning. I was going to turn over and try to go back to sleep when I heard the voices. The voices were quite loud as whoever it was speaking was shouting above the noise of the wind. “This is the house, I tell you this is the house.” Now I was very curious, who on earth was standing in my garden shouting, that this is the house? Getting out of my bed I went to the window, looking out I saw three strangers standing looking up at my house. My alarm clock is of the electric kind and the numbers on the clock light up in a red light, just enough to tell the time by. Standing by the bedroom window I kept an eye on the three figures, I could not tell whether they were men or women. A burst of thunder and a stroke of lightning lit up the garden and then I saw that the three figures were men.

Opening the window I called down and asked what they were doing so early in the morning making such a noise. “ Are you the man that writes the stories about the fairies?” Yes I called back and asked them what they wanted at such an hour. We are from a firm of publishers and our car broke down some miles up the road and we decided to walk to your house. On the way we could find no hotel to sleep in so we carried on walking. I called down and asked them if they knew that my house and all that is in it is protected by some very potent magic. “Yes we know all about the house and garden and that you are under the Fairy Queen’s own personal protection.” I called back, “Give me a few minutes to dress and I will come down and let you in.”

I got dressed and taking my magic wand the one given to me by Queen Feeana I went down the stairs and taking a pocket full of magic dust I went to the front door. Opening the door I let the men into the house where I threw a handful of magic dust over them. I led them into the kitchen and told them to take off their wet overcoats and hats. I placed the kettle on the fire and after placing some firewood on top of the still glowing embers I put cups and saucers on the table and asked them to seat themselves. The kettle boiled and I quickly made a large pot of tea. Placing a bowl of sugar and a jug of milk onto the table I poured each one a strong cup of tea. Taking a packet of ginger snap biscuits from my larder I placed them in easy reach of the three men.

The men took milk and sugar and thanked me for being so hospitable and letting them in out of the rain. We did not speak until the men had drunken their tea and eaten some of the ginger snaps. This is what the men told me. The speaker looked as if he were the older of the men. We own a printing works called Bonadit it lays in Newcastle. We came across your Fairy-Tales in the Internet. One of my sons told me about the stories that you write and we decided to read the tales that had so interested my son. That is why we are here to see whether you would consider our printing your stories in book form. We thought one hundred little tales to a book that would be six books at least.

I considered their offer and than said, “No thank you as my stories are now, every child in the world has the opportunity to read them.” “ If I have them printed only certain children whose parents can afford them would be able to read or have the stories read to them.” The men then smiled and said, “ Her Majesty has certainly picked the right man to tell the stories of the little people. “He will not have them printed he will leave them on the Internet for all to read.” “That is what Her Majesty said at our last meeting.” The three men then underwent a change not three elderly men looking for a book or books to publish. Three Leprechauns were sitting at my kitchen table drinking my tea and eating my ginger snaps my old friend Shamus and two of his friends. It seems that they had been talking to her Majesty Queen Feeana and they said that I would jump at the first publisher to come along and make me an offer. Her Majesty told them that I would not take them off of the Internet. I am so pleased that Her Majesty had summed me up all right and my Fairy-Tales are on the Internet to stay.