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[aid] => mick
[title] => The Spell Collector.
[time] => 2005-08-15 10:41:19
[hometext] => A bit weak perhaps I am running out of ideas after over a hundred such Fairy Tales. Any one any ideas?
[bodytext] => For the last five months I got no end of telephone calls, letters and a man had followed me from my house down into town. I was I admit getting a little worried what could the man possibly want from me? The local newspapers know that I write about Fairies and their doings in Fairyland and they have talked about it. Could it possibly be something to do with my story telling? Monday last at nine in the morning an invitation to meet a man in the local coffee house of my town came through on my much-abused telephone. I was by now very curious as to what the man could possibly want. I had nothing that could possibly interest a stranger or so I thought. The man was sitting in the coffee shop as I entered and offered me a seat at the table where he was sitting. I sat myself down and ordered a coffee. The waitress knew me well I was so to say a regular customer at the coffee shop. The man came straight to the point and told me that he was a collector of spells. I was very surprised at this remark and wondered what a man could want by collecting spells. I will be writing a book about spells and their effects on man and beast. He told me. This I thought to myself was a dangerous thing to do. Much harm could come from it if the book was to fall into the wrong hands. I decided that I wanted nothing to do with the man or his book. I told him that he had the wrong person as I only wrote about Fairies as a hobby and all my stories came from my imagination. Did he really think that I believed in such things as fairies? The man left and I could see the disappointment written on his face when I told him that I could not help. Going back home I put my walking shoes ready to go into the woods. I wanted to know more about this man and the only person that could help me was Her Royal Majesty Queen Feeana. Telling one of the robins that I would like to speak with Her Majesty, he flew off and a few minutes later Her Majesty appeared. I told Her Majesty of my meeting with the, ‘collector of spells,’ Her Majesty took out her magic mirror and soon I was able to see the man in full detail. He was a journalist that was looking for a story about Wizards, Sorcerers, Witches, and their spell making abilities. I spoke about my worries that such knowledge could fall into the wrong hands and what work it would involve putting things right after such a spell. Her Majesty agreed with me and it was now her turn to cast a spell. The man now writes historical stories where Witches, Wizards and Sorcerers, all help to make his stories readable. His knowledge of spells the fairy Queen dispersed and that was the last that I saw of him. My telephone does not ring at odd times of the day or night and no one is following me any more. I write about my friends the Fairies as I have always done and I specially make sure that I do not give away any of their secrets. My story telling I tell people comes from my overwrought imagination and there are no such things as Fairies and Leprechauns. We all know of course that my stories are true and I would not write a story that was not up to my imagination. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 153 [topic] => 43 [informant] => bernard2 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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