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Dangerous Whistle.

To tell this story properly I must first say that I wear hearing aids. Without the hearing aids I am practically deaf. Having said this, I was walking across the Dartford Heath when I first heard this high pitched whistling tone. I would not normally have taken any notice but the whistling noise was giving me a headache. Something was not in order with my little part of the world. It was then I saw the Fairies; they were all lying down as if asleep. I tried to wake them as they were in this condition very much exposed to all kinds of danger. Try, as much as I would I could not wake them. I carefully placed them all in a ring so that each one was touching the other then I muttered the two magic words that transported us all to the Fairies winter quarters under the Himalayan Mountains here I knew they would be safe.

Saying the magic word that took me back to Dartford Heath I then looked to see if there were any more sleeping Fairies. To my surprise I found a Leprechaun that too was lying down fast asleep. I tried to wake him, bit it was no good, he just slept a very deep sleep. I could still hear the whistling and I myself was beginning to feel very tired. I quickly took my hearing aids from out of my ears and the whistling noise stopped. I then took the Leprechaun back with me to my old house and made him comfortable on my sofa.

Queen Feeanna had at one time given me a verse in the old Fairy language. If I needed her help I was to recite this verse and she would come to me as quickly as possible. I recited my verse and sat down quietly in my armchair to await Her Majesty. It did not take long and the blue light and small puff of smoke and Her Majesty was with me in my lounge. Her Majesty greeted me and saw the Leprechaun. I told her my story of finding the Fairies all fast asleep in the woods and how I had transported them to the Winter Quarters under the Himalayan Mountains. Suddenly Her Majesty closed her eyes and I thought at first that she too had been caught by the high-pitched whistling. Quickly taking some cotton wool from my first aid box I made a pair of earplugs and inserted them into her ears. This did the trick, Her Majesty could no longer hear the whistling and woke up.

What was to be done and what is more where was this high-pitched whistling coming from. I showed Her Majesty my hearing aids and asked her to speak to me in picture form. It was now that the Leprechaun awoke and blurted out this story. I read in one of the human’s newspapers that there was a whistle to be had for training dogs. I bought myself such a whistle and then I started experimenting around with its mouthpiece. As you both know I am a travelling Tinker that goes around mending pots and pans and kettles anything with a hole that needs to be mended. I have always had trouble with dogs they just bark at me and indeed from some of them I have had to run away, that is why I wanted such a whistle. I thought that if I could just use the whistle to put the dogs asleep for an hour, then I could go about my trade in peace. Sorry to say I lost the whistle just as I had got it right to put dogs to sleep.

Some children must have found the whistle and tried to get it to make a tone but the whistle is set too high to give a tone that humans can hear. Here Her Majesty took out from her pocket the magic mirror and looked carefully into it. Yes it has been passed around to many children and all have tried to get it to give a tone from it. That is what the Fairies heard and fell asleep but now the whistle is in the hands of a young boy whose Father owns a radio transmitter and with the help of the transmitter he is using the whistle to try to get it to play over the radio. I could take it away from him but that is not my way. “Your Majesty I heard myself say I will go to the local schools and offer a present to the boy or girl that brings the whistle back to me.”

The very next morning I went to see the Headmaster of the local school and in front of the whole school I made this offer. I will give the girl or boy that brings me back my whistle a new book of his or her choice and what is more I would pay for Ice-cream for his or her class. This was an offer that the children could not resist and soon one boy spoke out saying, “Johnny Smith has got the whistle I gave it to him as it did not work.” Then a bright looking boy stood up and asked me if he could really choose his own book in exchange for the whistle. I said, “Yes of course you may, a promise is a promise and I never break promises. Taking the whistle from his pocket he gave it to me and I asked the headmaster whether we could go to the local bookshop to get whatever book the boy desired. I was not surprised as the boy went straight to the books on radios and got himself a book on radios for beginners. I saw him back to the school and hurried off home with the whistle in my pocket.

Her Majesty and the Leprechaun were still waiting for me and the Leprechaun took a silver chain from his pocket and fixed it to the whistle. “I will not loose this again.” He said. Her Majesty smiled and thanked me for my help and if you see a dog in a yard fast asleep, you can bet that the Leprechaun is busy somewhere repairing pots and pans. As for me I wear my hearing aids again and all is as it should be in the house of Shaw.