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Wizards At The Royal Albert Hall.

Frying eggs and bacon with some mushrooms for my breakfast, I suddenly felt the presence of some one in my kitchen. Turning from the stove, Shamus my Leprechaun friend smiled a big smile and greeted me with the words, “We have work to do.” I returned Shamus’s greeting and place some more rashers of bacon and a couple of eggs in the frying pan. “Knowing you Shamus, you have not eaten this morning, spread few more slices of bread with butter and we will have breakfast together. The tea is made, as you know I like plenty of sugar in my tea, get yourself a cup and saucer and pour the tea. The eggs, bacon, and mushrooms are ready and we can eat. Shamus badly wanted to tell me something but I would not hear of it until we had both eaten our breakfast.

We washed and dried the breakfast dishes and sat ourselves down in the easy armchairs. Shamus asked me whether I had heard of the meeting of the Witches and the Wizards that was to take place at the Royal Albert Hall in London. I had not heard of any such meeting and asked him to tell me about it. Shamus had heard of letters of invitation that had been sent to specially chosen Witches and Wizards. The Witches and Wizards were to meet on the third Sunday in July. “They are up to no good,” I heard Shamus saying. “ I would love to attend the meeting but as soon as they were to see me they would know that I am a Leprechaun and would not let me into the building.” “You could smuggle yourself in and listen to what they plan on doing, it is surely something bad.” “How would I be able to get in? I have no invitation and can not perform any magic in front of the Witches and Wizards.” Shamus smiled his huge smile once again. “You will have an invitation and a perfect disguise, no one will be able to know that you are you.”

Two days later Shamus visited me again, I was working in my garden, and it was his whistling of an Irish melody that caught my attention. “Wash your hands and then take a look at your personal invitation to the Royal Albert Hall.” Shamus after I had cleaned myself up took an envelope from his large pocket and gave it to me. In bold copperplate writing my name and address had been written on the envelope. Opening the envelope I took out a card also written in the same copperplate handwriting inviting His Excellency the mighty Wizard Bernard Shaw to the Royal Albert Hall. Under the invitation were the words (six in the evening on the third Sunday in July,) The invitation was signed by Magicorius, Wizard extraordinary Sussex England. “Where on earth did you manage to get this at such short notice”? I asked Shamus, I managed to get hold of an invitation from a Wizard that is rather old and thinks that I am his apprentice. The invitation is exactly like the one he had it took me over an hour to copy it, No one will know it is a fake.

“Shamus If I am asked to perform any magic I would not be able to, as they would know that I have learned all my magic from the Fairies. It would give the game away as soon as I did any magic no matter how simple.” “Come with me. Her Majesty Queen Feeanna wants to see us. Walking into Fairyland with Shamus by my side we came to the old oak tree where I had often met Her Majesty. We did not have to wait long a blue flash a puff of smoke and Her Royal Majesty Queen Feeana, in a beautiful flowered dress stood before us. We both bowed to Her Majesty. “You have been told of the Wizards and Witches meeting in the Royal Albert Hall in London?” She asked me. “Yes Your Majesty Shamus has told me about it and I now posses thanks to Shamus an invitation to the meeting. I am worried though that I might give myself away if I am asked to do anything magical.  Pointing her magic wand at me, Her Majesty said some words in the old language and suddenly my head was filled with the knowledge that any good Wizard would have. Smiling Her Majesty left us, as she had come, a flash of blue light a puff of smoke and Shamus and I were alone once more.

The third Sunday in July came and I took an early train to London. Shamus had done something with my hearing aids so that he would be informed of whatever was being said at the meeting everything that I heard would be transmitted to him. How he did this I do not know, probably with magic. I arrived at the Royal Albert Hall in good time and entering the building I was asked by a Wizard for my invitation. I showed him my invitation and was told to go and take a seat and make myself comfortable. Soon the hall was filled with Witches and Wizards all were dressed in ordinary clothing no one looked at all like a Witch or a Wizard. The hall was filled with people and in the middle of the hall was a boxing ring. Standing in the boxing ring with a microphone to his lips was the Wizard Magicorius. He started speaking in low pleasant voice. Good evening to you all, I call the Wizard Morgenfell to speak to you about a plan he has to get rid of all the Fairies on this Earth. Morgenfell climbed into the ring. I thought that he looked a little young to be a Wizard. He had an evil grin on his face as he told us that he had found a way to turn all of the water on this earth to ice. As you all know the Fairies go every year just before it is winter to the underground caves under the Himalayan Mountains. If we turn all of the water to ice the Fairies will have to leave this earth for good. He then asked us to write down the chemicals needed to turn all water into ice, Even the water in the atmosphere would turn to ice and fall either as snow or hale stones. This I thought to myself was a wicked and evil plan. Shamus had heard every word that was said in the hall. Her Majesty went to see Mother Nature and told her of the plans of the evil Wizards and Witches. Mother Nature smiled and told Her Majesty that one of the ingredients would straight away vanish from the earth. No Witch or Wizard would be able to make any thing that would turn water to ice. I felt the pull as Her Majesty used her magic to bring me back to Dartford Heath. Both Her Majesty and Shamus quickly told me of Mother Nature’s plan to get rid of one of the things needed to turn water into ice. No Wizard or Witch that had been in the Royal Albert Hall could ever turn water into ice by using any chemicals. I with Shamus wished her Majesty a good night and went back home to my house where with some ginger biscuits and hot sweet tea we sat and spoke about Wizards and Witches. We both agreed that there were many good Witches and Wizards that used plants and roots, flowers and berries, to cure people that were sick. Shamus left the way he had come and I went to bed to sleep. If I had not found the rail tickets to London in the morning, I would have thought that the whole thing was a dream.