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Monday Morning.

It is the start of another week or for me to write of a new adventure from Fairyland. After watering my back garden I decided to go to the old oak tree to hear any news that might have happened since Saturday. As I approached the tree I saw a man very poorly dressed sitting on my favourite spot under the shade of the old oak. In his hand he held a handful of blackberries. I greeted the man and asked if he minded my sitting next to him. The man nodded his head and I took a seat next to him on one of the oak tree’s roots. The man offered me one of his blackberries I refused his offer as I had just had my breakfast. Slowly the blackberries disappeared from the man’s hand. The man finished his black berries and spoke. “Nothing like a few blackberries to start the day.” I agreed with him and listened to his conversation. He rambled on about the weather, about the birds and the butterflies to be honest my eyes closed and I was dropping off into a short sleep when he mentioned the amounts of Fairies flying around the clearing by the old oak.

Suddenly I was wide-awake and on my guard. “You see Fairies?” I asked the man. “Oh! Yes. Can’t you see them?” I said that I have never seen a Fairy before, what do they look like?”  “They are about twenty inches tall with wings that are nearly transparent each is dressed differently and all have small shoes on their dainty feet.” “All seem to be busy colouring flowers and shrubs, are you sure that you cannot see them?” I decided to change the subject I asked if he had tasted the mushrooms that grow wild here on Dartford Heath? They make an excellent stew or one can deep fry them most people prefer the deep fried mushrooms to a lamb chop. The man smiled and got up, its time that I went on my way I cannot spend the day talking. You mentioning the mushrooms reminds me that I have not made up my mind what to eat at midday. Now I know I will look for mushrooms and make myself some deep-fried.

The man left the clearing and I wished him luck with his mushrooms. I was now busy with my thoughts. A grown man that says he can see Fairies was either a Wizard or a very honest man. Was the man a Wizard? I went home for my lunch and found that someone had prepared my lunch for me. Deep-fried mushrooms just as I like them, now I had another problem was it the man in the woods under the old oak tree that had cooked my lunch if it was then the man is certainly a Wizard. Later that afternoon I went back to the clearing. I was in for another even bigger surprise. Where I usually sit under the old oak was a book the Title was Bern’s Fairy Tales. The Owl called down to me thank goodness you have come. I was asked by the man to look after the book until you arrived. He rewarded me with three fat tasty mice for my services. Picking up the book I opened it and a very familiar voice read one story after another. The book I took home with me and often open it to hear the familiar voice reading a new story. Today we have come to the last story in the book and as the voice finished reading it said, “These stories have been read by me Merlin. A man that writes about Fairies that he says he cannot see is a challenge for all Wizards Keep on writing about what you cannot see.” Bern