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[aid] => mick
[title] => Magic Well.
[time] => 2006-01-09 11:10:31
[hometext] => Please read before giving it to your Children, Grandchildren from bern it is a little gruesome
[bodytext] => Magic Well. Something strange is happening in the woods known as fairyland. At the far end of the woods is a magic well. This well was once so famous that people from near and far came to make a wish. These wishes all came true and believe it or not most people wished for wealth and a large house. None of the people that had their wishes come true were really happy; in fact most were bored because with so much wealth servants did all the work. This was talked about for miles around and eventually came to the ears of Her Majesty the Fairy Queen. The Queen placed a most powerful spell on the wishing well and since this time no wish has been granted. People still come to the well and rub the stones of the surrounding wall they think that it will bring them luck. One of my friends a cheeky Leprechaun told me the other day that a women dressed all in black was often seen by the well and she acted very strangely. Strange chants came from her lips and weird dances around the old wishing well she performed. This I had to see for myself. The next morning I got up early had a shower and a shave then made a pot of tea and some toast. This was my breakfast before I set off to the woods. I took my time and like a hunter I took cover behind each tree or bush until I came to the old wishing well. The woman was therewith a brush that one often sees witches riding on. With the brush she carefully dusted all around the well and then from her large apron pockets that went down to the ground she threw Rose petals all around the well. This was very strange and I took out my little notebook and pen and wrote down all that she did and said. That is, all that I understood of her words; most of it sounded like gibberish. After the roses she walked around the well three times walking backwards. Why she never fell over her long dress I do not know. Then taking a handful of some powder from her large pocket she threw it in the well saying, Be Lifted from your Fairy block. This she did seven times. I know of no method of anyone being able to break a spell of a Fairy Queen so why was this woman trying so hard. I heard a slight noise to my right and saw that I was not alone there were many Fairies watching the woman. Over to my left I saw Flanagan the cheeky Irish Leprechaun. He was pulling some very funny faces at what the woman was doing that I nearly laughed out loud. Suddenly there was a blue flash and a small puff of smoke and Her Royal Majesty Queen Feeana appeared. In a stern voice she said. “Old woman what are you doing? do you not know that a spell was placed on this well by my Grandmother five hundred years ago. The well is no longer Magic and will not grant you or any other person a wish.” In a more gentle voice the Queen Feeana said, “I know you well you are a kind person that makes all kinds of remedies to heal sick people.” Yes Your Majesty came the reply I only wanted one wish not for myself but to help others.” Her Majesty said. You may have your wish not from the well but from my magic wand, think most carefully before you wish as Magic has a wonderful way of working and one cannot always see what the future will bring.” “ Make your wish and it shall be granted.” The woman spoke ever so quietly and said. “I wish that I may posses all the knowledge of the Fairy Race then I may cure all peoples that are ill or in need.” “Your wish is granted.” said the Fairy Queen Feeana. I thought to myself why has the Fairy Queen granted such a wish the woman would be as powerful as the Fairies. This cannot be a good thing. I took my eyes off Her Majesty and looked at the woman. Her head it was growing bigger and bigger. I thought if she can hold all the knowledge of the Fairies who have lived on this earth for tens of thousands of years she must develop a head bigger than a two-story house. Her head grew and grew; now she was lying on the ground in her rose petals but her head got bigger and bigger then her head exploded. I was not surprised I had expected something like this, not even the Fairies knew all of the knowledge it was written down on parchment that was kept well hidden from human eyes. The wise old fairies knew where to look if they needed some advice, not one of them could hold all that knowledge in their heads. Her Majesty then waved her wand and the woman appeared as she had before the Magic Spell. It was as if nothing had happened to her. Now Her Majesty spoke again this time in a very gentle voice. “I knew your wish before you had spoken it as you are such a kind person and have always helped others I granted your wish. I knew that your head would explode no person fairy or Human can keep so much knowledge in his or her head it is impossible. I hope that you have learned something from today’s little experiment.” If you need help with curing people come to the forest and tell one of the birds that you need help. One of my wise old Fairies will always be at hand to help you. The queen vanished the same way as she had come and now one sees the old woman collecting her herbs and berries for her medicines and only once did she need to ask one of the wise old Fairies for advice. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 155 [topic] => 43 [informant] => bernard2 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 8 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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