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[sid] => 112526
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Fairy Bubbles.
[time] => 2006-01-04 02:18:32
[hometext] => Another Fairy Tale and thank you all for posting.bern
[bodytext] => Fairy Bubbles. Last week I was taking my usual walk across Dartford Heath when a loudly protesting crow made a noise. Its cries made me look up into the sky. I could not believe my eyes one Fairy after another floated slowly across the sky each rising higher and higher until the slowly drifted out of my sight. I know that Fairies love to play but to ride high in the sky in soap bubble balloons was dangerous even for Fairies that can fly. I quickly walked along the path in the direction where the bubbles were coming from. The path led me into the woods and then I saw him, a man dressed in ordinary clothes was blowing the bubbles and the Fairies stepped into the bubbles, which flew straight into the sky. I ran into the clearing and told the rest of the Fairies to go on home and report what was happening to Her Majesty the Fairy Queen Feeana. The Fairies did as I told them and soon there was just the man and I in the clearing. “Where have you sent the Fairies?” I asked. “To a safe place came the reply with a sneering grin on the face of the speaker.” “It was time for the Fairies to suffer for all the trouble they have caused to the Witches and the Wizards of this world,” “The soap bubbles are not just ordinary soap bubbles,” “They are magic and will carry the Fairies way out into space perhaps even to the moon.” This was serious I had counted at least thirty of the soap bubbles floating into the sky how many had he sent that I did not know about. The man spoke again, “What does it concern you what I do to the Fairies?” I did not reply but thrusting my hand into my pocket I pulled out a hand full magic dust and threw it over the man and his bubble-making pipe. The man made no movements it was as if he was frozen. I took his pipe and started blowing a soap bubble. I blew a very large bubble and pulled it over the man. Wizard or not he was not going to get away with sending my friends the Fairies out into space. I sat watching the Wizard when suddenly a blue flash a puff of smoke and Her Majesty Queen Feeana sat down beside me. I explained all that I had seen and what I had done to stop the Wizard from his evil plan. Her Majesty with a wave of her magic wand brought the Fairies slowly back to the clearing as each landed in his or her soap bubble the bubble popped and the Fairy walked across the clearing and sat down in a circle. When all of the Fairies had landed back on earth the Queen asked me what we should do with this wicked man. I thought for a few minutes then suggested to Her Majesty, that the Wizard should be punished with his own trick. Turn him into small bars of soap so that the children of this earth when blowing bubbles could send him flying into nowhere. Her Majesty smiled and said that is a very good way to punish him so be it. With another wave of her wand the large bubble burst and the Wizard turned into hundreds of small bars of soap. Now when children blow bubbles no one can be sure if the bubble that he or she is blowing is from the wicked Wizard soap or not. So the next time that you blow bubbles just ask yourself if the wicked Wizard is part of your soap bubble. Her Majesty then turned to the Fairies and spoke to the ever so gently but the message she spoke warned them all not to play with strangers no matter what tricks they play or what ever they do. If our friend Bern had not been out for his walk and the crow had not made a noise no one would have seen you and perhaps we would still be looking for you all. The youngest of the Fairies then spoke out. “Your Majesty the Wizard promised us a wonderful trip to another part of Fairyland if we told him one of the old words that we use from the old language” She then shyly said none of gave him a word we just made up a word to please him we did not think of any harm. We have learned our lesson and in future we will not show ourselves to strangers. And that is why it is so difficult for grown ups to see the Fairies. [comments] => 4 [counter] => 140 [topic] => 5 [informant] => bernard2 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 20 [ratings] => 4 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => ChildrensPoetry )
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