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A Goose.

On my walks through the woods I keep my eyes open for the wild life that abounds in this part of the world. On this particular day I had been watching a goose swimming in the river. Something was wrong with the goose I noticed that it could not fly. The goose raised itself from the water and like geese do, it tried to run on the water at the same time opening its wings and desperately trying to take off. This happened time and time again. I wondered whether I should try and catch the goose and take it to a vet, a doctor that looks after animals and birds. I decided to give the bird another day or two before I did anything about catching it.

The following day I was on my way to the river when I saw four young fairy boys. The boys each had a long white feather and I decided to see what they were going to do with the feathers. As you know all fairies have wings and can fly. The boys did not need to make wings, suddenly the boys disappeared, and I walked on to the river. The goose was still swimming in the river and occasionally bent its long neck under the water coming up with its mouth full of waterweeds. I knew that she was getting enough to eat but again she attempted to fly with no success. I saw the fairy boys again they had each a piece of bread and going to the rivers edge, they called the goose. Now I was watching closely, as the goose came to the riverbank to eat the pieces of bread. The fairy boys waved their magic wands at the goose and she pulled out one of her long flying feathers and handed it to the boys. The boys ran off again with another white flying feather from the goose.

This time I did not bother to follow the boys I sent a robin with a message to Her Majesty Queen Feeanna Queen of all the Fairies. A few minutes later Her Majesty came to me in her usual magic way. A flash of blue light and a wisp of smoke, smiling she asked me why I had called her. I told Her Majesty about the fairy boys and the feathers they were getting from the goose. Taking the magic mirror from her pocket Her Majesty looked in the mirror for a few minutes and then gave the mirror to me. First I saw a picture of one of the fairy boys picking up what looked like a piece of an old comic. There were a few pictures to be seen of Icarus the man from ancient Greece who built himself some wings of feathers and wax to escape with his father Daedalus from a prison called the labyrinth. (Look the story up in Google or ask your teacher) Icarus built the wings and with his father on his back flew off from the prison. Icarus became so excited that with his being able to fly that he flew too close to the sun and the wax in his wings melted and he with his father fell into the sea. The fairy boys wanted to make wings like Icarus they were not going to use wax, but had asked the spiders in the woods to give them some of the sticky substance that the spiders use when making their cobwebs. The spiders gave the boys enough of the sticky stuff to make the wings. When the sticky stuff or glue hardened it became solid and very light. Just right for building some wings. It was easy to get feathers from the goose for a piece of bread the goose willingly gave one of her feathers. Now of course the goose cannot fly and will have to wait until her wing feathers grow again. Her Majesty is very angry. Telling the fairy boys that they would not be able to fly for three months, Her Majesty waved her Magic wand and the goose appeared in front of Her Majesty. “Why are you such a silly creature?” “ You can find enough to eat without giving your feathers to some fairy boys. There is enough for you to eat all around you; you only have to look, you as a goose will never have to go hungry. You need your wings for flying, What if a fox had come along? You would not have been able to fly away.” Waving her wand once again Her Majesty told the goose to open its wings. The wings were now full with new feathers waddling off to the water the goose for the first time ran on the water opening her wings she took off and flew away. I saw her again the following year she had a gander with her and seven young geese were following them. As for the fairy boys they have other things to do now and do not pick up comics that have been left in the woods. The three months of no flying had been a very strict punishment indeed for fairies fly everywhere they can, it is easier than using their legs and feet.