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[sid] => 103235
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Trapped Deer.
[time] => 2005-08-11 09:09:54
[hometext] => My newest true story from Fairyland.
[bodytext] => Trapped Deer. Early in the evening, I went for a stroll to the woods. It was a warm night and cloud was covering the moon. It looked as if we would have rain before the night was out. I wondered at the amount of glowworms that were flying in the woods there seemed to be hundreds of them busily flying around. I suppose they were doing what a glowworm usually does although the darting here and there looked rather confusing to me. I had my pocket lamp or torch with me sometimes as one got into the woods the tree roots could be very tricky. I strolled along with my thoughts rambling as they usually do. Then I heard a commotion ahead of me switching on my torch I hurried along the path and saw a cloud of glowworms flying over a bramble bush. A mother deer had gotten herself caught in the brambles. In her efforts to free herself, she scratched herself rather badly by the thorns that we all know so well from blackberry picking. There was blood dripping down her flanks. The more she tried to free herself the more she entangled herself in the brambles. I quietly stopped beside her and taking my knife from my pocket freed her slowly but surely from the brambles. The poor thing was shivering with fright I suppose she had never been this close to a human before. Freeing her completely from all of the brambles, I picked her up bodily and set her down on the path. Raising her head by the light of the glowworms, I could see the deep dark brown eyes looking at me. Then with a swing of her short tail, she sprang in the air and went off down the path without looking back. I carried on my evening stroll happy that I had been able to help such a lovely creature. I soon caught up with a small group of Fairies and I spent the evening with them talking about the flowers and what new colour shades they would use for the next spring flowers. The glowworms were still very active and a goblet of parsnip wine appeared in my right hand. I could see the bubbles rising to the top of the goblet and taking a sip of the delicious wine I saw about twenty yards away the mother deer that I had freed she had with her a baby that she gently nudged from time to time. Raising her head, she gave me a last look and both of them turned and trotted down the path. The goblet of parsnip wine refilled itself as soon as I drank this was indeed magic, all evening the goblet was never empty. Soon the effects of the parsnip wine began to tell on me and I said my goodnights to the Fairies and made my way back home being accompanied to the edge of the woods by the glowworms. On reaching my back door, the first drops of rain fell from the sky. I went to bed and dreamed of deer that I rescued from all kinds of danger. In the morning, I saw that I still had the glass goblet it was empty and I had a bad conscience I should have given it back to the Fairies but I forgot. I knew the Fairies would not be angry for I had drunk just a little too much of the parsnip wine it was easy to forget things when all are enjoying themselves. I took the goblet, washed it under the tap in the kitchen, and dried it on a tea towel. On reaching the woods, something strange happened the goblet filled itself with parsnip wine. I drank to quench my thirst and the glass refilled itself again. The more I drank the more the glass refilled itself. I soon reached the Fairy meeting place and the fairies were there waiting for me to appear. I explained about the goblet, how I had somehow forgotten to give it back to them. The Fairies smiled a knowing smile and one of them said. “That is a personal present to you from Her Majesty Queen Feeana. This is Her Majesties way of saying thank you for rescuing the mother deer last night. The goblet will as soon as it is in the woods fill itself with parsnip wine. When you take it home with you, it is just an ordinary goblet with no magic powers. Here in the woods it knows Her Majesties most potent magic. [comments] => 5 [counter] => 375 [topic] => 43 [informant] => bernard2 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 30 [ratings] => 6 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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