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Thunder Storm.

All day there has been a muggy feeling in the air. The sky was overcast and it looked as if it was going to rain. Not many of the little people were about a few animals were to be seen going about their business of getting food. The Fox ran past me and told me that it was going to pour down with rain. The Badger grunted a greeting and went on his way. The mother Deer had left her baby in some long grass and was in the clearing eating the fresh green grass shoots. I walked back home, as I did not want to get caught in a thunderstorm. I opened the back door to go into my kitchen, as the first flash of lightning lit up the overcast skies. I counted to seven and the peel of thunder nearly deafened me.

The rain pelted down and hale stones as large as golf balls hit the ground some bouncing as if they wanted to go back into the dark skies where they had come from. The sound of breaking glass told me that one or more of my windows had been hit by the hale stones. It was when the wind started howling that I became worried about my roof. Slates fell from the roof and I ran upstairs with a couple of empty buckets. Here in Fairyland thunderstorms cause much damage. I knew that when the storm was over I would go into Fairyland to see how many trees had been uprooted. In my back garden I could see that the hale stones had flattened my tomatoes. Peas and beans were lying on the floor, as were most of the other vegetables.

The storm lasted well over an hour and I could have cried at the amount of damage done to my marrows. It would be a poor winter this year as I would not be able to bottle so many fruits and vegetables and make chutney that the storm had ruined. The storm died down and pulling on my Wellington boots and placing an old cap on my head I walked down my back garden path. Everywhere I looked I could see the rest of the hale stones the damage was terrible. Pushing open my back garden gate I walked in to Fairyland. Everywhere one looked there were hale stones and uprooted trees.

Her Majesty appeared in the usual blue flash, waving her magic wand into the sky the sun appeared. The hale stones melted away in the heat of the sun. Fairies came from all directions. Leprechauns armed with axes and saws set about clearing up the fallen trees. Even the Pixies and Trolls helped as best they could. The Fairies were extra busy and new wild flowers appeared wherever one looked. Soon Fairyland was back to normal it was as if no trees had been uprooted. No bushes damaged even the bramble bushes were full of sweet blackberries. Everywhere I looked it was the same the nut trees were full of nuts. I slowly walked back to my garden I knew that I had very much work to do to get things back into some kind of order. To my great delight and pleasure Her Majesty had turned my garden back to what it was before the storm. I spent the next days bottling and chutney making. The winter would not be so bad as I thought thanks to Her Majesties magic. Bern