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Bern is Hungry.

Word has gotten around Fairyland that I am not so well off as all thought. Who started this rumour I do not now. Now every day as I leave my kitchen by the back door. I find all kinds of things to eat. Plates of Fairy Cakes, nuts, blackberries, strawberries the wild strawberries that grow in the woods, even acorns have been placed on my back garden table. The Fairy cakes I eat, the blackberries I use for making jam, nuts I use when I bake cakes nothing is wasted it is only the acorns that I put back into the woods underneath the old oak tree. Many animals like acorns and nothing is wasted.

Going into the woods or Fairyland it is the same Fairies fly to me with either a few tasty berries or Fairy Cakes. It is getting very embarrassing. Even the Pixies and the Trolls want to feed me. I mean they really want to feed me. Spoonfuls of some kind of delicacy are pushed into my mouth. What shall I do? I now take ice cream and ginger snaps with me and for each berry or Fairy cake I insist that the Fairies and all of the others eat ice cream or ginger snaps.

One day as I was resting under the old oak tree I saw the wise old owl sitting on a bough high up in the tree. I decided to ask the owl if it knew who was responsible for spreading the rumour that I was hungry and very poor. The sparrows are responsible it was a remark that you made as you brought the left over breakfast scraps to feed the birds. You said, “If things go on like this then I will have to stop feeding the birds.” I then explained to the owl that the sparrows were getting so fat on my left over bacon rind and the fried bread crusts that I thought it best not to feed them so often after all any thing that is left over from a meal is put out for the birds.

The owl then called a robin and told it that Mr. Shaw is one of the richest men in the whole of the world he does not need the berries and the Fairy Cakes that the birds are putting into his back garden. “That”, said the owl, “ will be the end of your being fed. If I know the robins they will spread the news all over Fairyland and make a real story of it they are notorious gossips and cannot keep anything to themselves. I thanked the owl and settled back to have a nap. When I awoke there were no foods left for me to eat and since then nothing is placed into my back garden for me to eat.

I decided to play a little trick on the robins after all it was they that spread the rumour in the first place that I was hungry and very poor. I told one of the robins in confidence that I had heard that the Fairy Queen was going to take away the red on their breast as a punishment for spreading gossip and rumours all over Fairyland. Since then the robins have gone very quiet no rumours are being spread around. All is back to normal. Bern.