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The Fairy with the Runny Nose.

Some of you will probably say what a terrible subject to write about. A runny nose surely he can think of something more entertaining to write about; after all runny noses are not at all nice to look at. The runny nose did not seem to bother the Fairy though he had suffered with it since his birth. To him it was normal for his nose to run. His Parents always made sure that he had enough handkerchiefs to last him a day at school. The teacher was always telling him to wipe his nose. Obediently he would take a handkerchief from his pocket blow his nose and a few seconds later his nose began to run again.

There was not a doctor in all of Fairyland that had not seen the boy. None could help him. Most Doctors told the boys parents that it would stop when he reached a certain age. Others such as the witches that came to Fairyland looking for herbs to make their lotions and potions recommended many herbs to cure this runny nose. His parents through the years of his childhood had tried menthol another remedy was a drop of anis in each nostril. Nothing helped the nose ran and ran. Most of the girl Fairies refused to play games with a boy with a runny nose.

I was asked if I knew of any remedy that could put a stop to this runny nose. I asked at my chemists shop if they had anything that might help the boy. I was asked if the boy had a cold. I had to answer that no cold was present apart from the runny nose he was in good health. I had to tell the boy’s disappointed parents that even the Human Medicine could not help him. One day her Majesty Queen Feeanna heard of the boy with the runny nose. “Why did no one come to me and tell me of the boy’s problem? She asked. Her Majesty took the boy under her care and I was witness to the pair of them vanishing on a magical journey. They were away for one whole week when they came back to Fairyland the boy had no runny nose. He had no need for a pocketful of handkerchiefs. Now without his runny nose he looked quite handsome and the Fairy girls all wanted to get to know him better. Her Majesty told me later that she had taken the boy to North Africa high in the Atlas Mountains. It was here that a certain moss grows. The moss can only be harvested once a year. The moss was dried in the African sun and a small prise of this green powder was placed in each nostril. The boy gave one large sneeze and his runny nose problem was solved forever. Bern.