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Write A Tale.
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Bern's Fairy Tales.
- Write A Tale.
- Nothing, but nothing is coming into my head. How shall I write a Fairy-tale when my head is empty? It is not like me, I have a new tale every day or so but now I am completely empty. I look at my computer and my keyboard hoping that something will come into my head. There are so many people in Fairyland. Fairies, Trolls, Pixies, Elves and of course my friends the Leprechauns. Suddenly I am leaving my computer. The old, old, experience of being moved from one place to another by means of strong magic is upon me.
- This travelling by magic is not unpleasant just a little strange until one gets used to it. The journey came to an end and I was inside of Her Majesties cottage. On the table were about ten manuscripts, sitting in her armchair Her Majesty Queen Feeanna greeted me and told me to help myself to one or all of the manuscripts. Her Majesty then told me that she had sensed that I was having problems with my stories and that she was willing to help me with the tales on the table.
- Your Majesty, “I cannot take a story or stories from you and write them as my own work that would not be at all right. It would be cheating.” Her Majesty smiled and said, “Well done, you have once again proved that you are worthy of the trust that I place in you.” Her Majesty then told me that I was trying too hard and should wait until a story came to me, not to write every day. Sooner or later all stories must come to an end when one just concentrates on the one thing. “Go back home and write what you have just lived through that will give you a story.” “Or at least the beginnings of a story.” She said.
- I have written down all as Her Majesty told me to but I still have no story. I am beginning to think that Her Royal Highness is right perhaps I should not try so hard and just let the stories come to me. It was then that Shamus my Leprechaun friend jumped out of my computer screen. I remember thinking it is a good job that I have a large desk for my computer or he might have hurt himself. “ Good Morning to you Bern how are you on such a fine morning?”
- “Shamus how did you come through the computer?” I asked. “Oh! That is easy I just melt in with the electricity and I can travel all over the world. “But how do you know how to get to me,” I asked. “That is very easy,” said Shamus. “I just tap into your IP number and whoops I am here". "You must show me how to do it Shamus, it might come in handy one day, one never knows.” You must ask Her Majesty for her permission to travel this way. I do not think that she will give it to you, you could easily become lost on the internet,” said Shamus and as he was loathe to talk about the subject I made him a cup of tea and gave him some ginger biscuits.
- “What brings you to my home Shamus? You are indeed very welcome as always but I am curious”. I have come to tell you about something that happened back in Ireland some hundreds of years ago. I was a young man in those far off days and was very greedy for Gold. Gold as you know does not lie in the streets. One must dig it out of the ground or wash it from some river both are very hard work and one does not always get much gold for one’s troubles.
- Shamus told me that he was walking along the country lanes of Old Ireland when he met a smart young man from Dublin. The man from Dublin saw the pot that Shamus was carrying and thought that it contained Leprechauns gold. “ I would like to buy that pot from you,” said the man from Dublin. Shamus told the man that there was nothing in the pot. It was empty- The Dublin man knew that all Leprechauns carried pots of gold with them. Why his very own Grandmother had told him about the Leprechauns and their gold.
- Shamus told the man that he could have his pot if he was to give shamus twenty Irish pound notes. It was a lot of money, one hundred years ago. The man from Dublin agreed and gave Shamus twenty Irish pound notes for his pot. As soon as the man from Dublin held the pot in his hand Shamus just vanished. The man from Dublin looked a long time in the pot but did not find any gold. Shamus went to the local bank and placed the money into a savings account and is today a very rich man.
- The man from Dublin went back home a little sadder but also a lot wiser. Whenever he sees a Leprechaun he always crosses to the other side of the road and steers clear of the little folk.
