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Silver Flutes.

I went for my usual walk through the woods at the back of my house. The woods as many of you will know are part of Fairyland. I have had many encounters with fairies and leprechauns, pixies and all of the other little people that live and play in this enchanted piece of land. The woods are what one could call a mixed forest not like some of the forests on the continent of Europe where the trees are all of one variety. As I was walking along enjoying my daily walk I thought that I heard some music in the distance. I adjusted my hearing aids and yes there was some delightful silvery sounding music to be heard. The fairies were playing a strange yet somehow familiar piece of music. The music got louder and in the next forest clearing I saw them, there were six fairies sitting in a somewhat straight line, with one fairy in the front. As the fairy in the front put up one or two or three fingers they were the notes that the fairies played on their flutes. To make it even more mystifying the one in the front pointed first to one then to another fairy his fingers moved so quickly that my eyes could hardly keep up with him. The music playing is like water pushing through a stream one could imagine the fish swimming in tune with the music.

Suddenly a blue flash lit up the clearing and Her Majesty Queen Feeana appeared in her usual fashion. The Queen had on a dress that shimmered with crystals as if she had just stepped out of the water that the music inspired into my willing mind. “Children where did you get the flutes,” asked Her Majesty. “From the man that is over there looking at us,” came the answer and six hands clutching a silver flute pointed in the direction of an old elm tree. “Come out from behind that tree,” I had not heard Her Majesty use such a hard tone before. A man stepped out from behind the tree and asked Her Majesty what she wanted from him, he had done no harm. Just given the fairies some silver flutes because he like the sounds that such fairies could produce. Her Majesty waved her Magic Wand and the man stood rooted to the spot he could not move at all. Pointing to the fairy that had been directing the other fairies Her majesty asked him to give his flute to me. As a child I could play some small tunes on a flute but that flute in my childhood was a wooden flute not a silver flute that looked as if it was very expensive. I took the proffered flute and tried to play one of my old childhood tunes. All I could produce was the sound of a crow that was very angry. Her Majesty then told the other fairies to give me their flutes one after another. It was the same with all of the flutes; just the noise of an angry crow came from my lips.

Pointing her Magic Wand yet again at the man that had given the fairies the flutes she said, “You will now tell me the truth,” “Why did you give my children the flutes? It was not to listen to the music that they made.” Another wave of her Magic wand and the fairies played or tried to play the flutes again. This time it was as if hundreds of crows were flying overhead. The noise was terrible and looking up I saw that there were crows flying and looking for a landing place on the tree branches. Then the crows swooped down to attack the fairies. Her Majesty was even quicker as the crows took off from the branches they turned into rain; all that came down from the skies was rain. There was not a crow to be seen. Her Majesty turned again to the man that had given the fairies the flutes. “You will be punished, for the rest of your days you will be a crow and fly the heavens with all the other crows.” Her Majesty then turned to me and asked me what she should do with the flutes, should she destroy them or should she turn them into proper music instruments for the fairies. I was all for turning the flutes into proper instruments the fairies had played such delightful tunes and it would be a shame to destroy such instruments that were made of the finest silver. Her Majesty then waved her magic wand once again and each fairy had a flute in their hands. I smiled and asked the fairies to walk past me playing each their flute. As they walked past me each was playing his or her flute and I sprinkled some magic dust from my large coat pocket on the fairies and on the flutes. “No crow will ever attack a player of one of these instruments again.” Were my words as I said goodbye to Her Majesty and the fairies that played their delightful music until I could hear them no more? I even turned up my hearing aids to see whether I could get one last hearing of the magic music it was no good as my hearing aids are good for short distance but sounds from far away I cannot hear. I did see a lone crow flying in the sky it looked as if it was searching for its mates and I wondered whether it was the man that Her Majesty had turned into a crow.