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[sid] => 112605
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Hidden Fairy Cove.
[time] => 2006-01-05 10:37:21
[hometext] => Please enjoy another of my little fairy tales from bern
[bodytext] => Walking along the cliff tops somewhere in England I heard the soft voices of a choir singing what sounded like a popular tune from the radio. I got down on my hands and knees and looked over the edge of the cliff. My surprise was great for in a small cove that is hidden from the land, were a bunch of Fairies together with a group of Mermaids. Swimming in the cove were ten dolphins playing a game that for my old eyes had no real sense. They seemed to be enjoying themselves and I concentrated on the Fairies and the mermaids. The Mermaids were listening to the Fairies singing, occasionally a small burst of applause from the Mermaids. No they did not clap their hands like we humans do but hit the water with their tails. Between songs the Fairies gave the Mermaids small fairy cakes, which I know are just delicious. I watched the Mermaids and the Fairies for quite some time and listening to the singing I forgot where I was. The next thing I knew I was on the beach with the fairies that introduced me to the Mermaids. I was quite embarrassed for the Fairies were praising my helping them over the years in such a wonderful manner that I went red in my face a bright cherry red for they were laying it on rather thick I thought. Listening to the Fairies and their complimentary remarks about my helping them when trouble was in the air, the Mermaids said that I deserved to be rewarded. One after another they swam out to sea and returned with some pieces of gold. Soon a large pile of gold was in front of me. “This,” said one of the mermaids. “Is Pirates gold,” so called (Pieces of eight). A Pirate ship sank out way out to sea and the Mermaids had rescued all of the treasures that had been aboard. The Mermaids themselves do not need money and had no real use for such gold but the jewellery they often wore to make themselves look pretty. No Mermaid owned any jewellery the just helped themselves to whatever they fancied for the day or evening wear. I did not know what to do with all this gold, first of all how was I to get it back to my home? I was on holiday. The fairies read my thoughts and they solved the problem for me. Each took his or her magic wand from their pockets and pointed them towards the gold with a few magic words the gold disappeared. I knew that when I got home I would find the gold in my bed or under the coal in the coal shed for the Fairies love to play tricks even or should I say especially on me. They knew that I took it all in good part even on the day when they painted all of my shoes bright red. The Dolphins had stopped playing and were now quite close to the Mermaids one of them gave a warning and all of the Mermaids and the Dolphins sank into the waters of the cove. The Fairies too had disappeared leaving me standing in the cove looking at a small motorboat that was going much too fast. As it came to where I was standing. An angry man shouted to me that I was trespassing and that the cove was private property that I should leave immediately. I apologised and looked for a way out of the cove but I could see no way up the cliffs and to tell the man that the Fairies had brought me here did not seem a good idea. The man in the boat suddenly realised for the first time that I had no boat. How did I manage to get into the cove? It was then that the Fairies placed me back on top of the cliffs and I was looking down at a man that was wildly waving his arms. He did not see me and I thought it better to step back from the cliffs so that he could calm down. I bet he felt a fool telling the fresh air that it was forbidden to be in the private cove. Looking down into the sea I could see the dolphins and the Mermaids they were churning the water up so wildly that I though the man with his boat would not make it back out to sea. He had a very rough ride as he turned out of the cove and made his way out into the open sea. The Fairies were still with me and tried to persuade me to go back down to the cove with them again. I refused as it can be very confusing travelling by means of magic. I said my goodbyes to the Fairies and made my way back onto the beaten track. I thought that I had had enough excitement for this walking holiday and decided to slowly make my way home. On arriving at my home I unlocked the front door and moved into the hallway. There was the gold it was laying all over the hallway floor. I left it lying there and went to the kitchen switched the electric back on and turned on the water at the main and made myself a sweet cup of hot tea. I got myself a plastic bucket and collected the gold there were exactly one hundred pieces of eight. I could now get the roof repaired it needed doing badly. You know you really should come and visit me I am sure that the Fairies and even the Mermaids would be happy to play with you all. [comments] => 5 [counter] => 509 [topic] => 5 [informant] => bernard2 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => ChildrensPoetry )
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