The Dad who worked with a bunch of Fairies

Most children LOVE to hear stories about their Mums and Dads.   Usually Grannies and Grandpas are good at telling stories about the Mums and Dads and you have probably noticed that Mum or Dad usually protests and tells the kids the story is


"Completely untrue..."


Well, be that as it may - I have pre-empted their protest haven't I?   My stories are completely untrue but just have a grain of truth and it is up to the reader to decide which bit that is.


This story is about a Dad who works away with the fairies lots of the time.   Grown-ups will read a completely different meaning into that sentence but anyway, however you think of it let's continue.

If you click on these pictures they will get bigger - oh, I forgot, you knew that!


The Dad I am writing about worked with a bunch of fairies who certainly don't look like our preconceived ideas of fairies, or elves - some might look a bit like goblins - but here's another cliché, you can't judge a person on how they look any more than you can a book by its cover. Same is true for fairies...yes, probably angels too now you come to mention it.


Well, working with fairies must mean that the work involves magic at least some of the time.   This is exactly what happens when this particular Dad goes to work.   Magic.

This Fairy on a mushroom is just here to show you what pretend fairies look like - you can always tell - they have pink hair, it's a dead give-away.




It is quite old-fashioned, I think, to have the idea that magic spells have to be concocted in a steaming cauldron like the Macbeth witches brewed their nasty potion.   Anyway, this story and this Dad are involved with a magic of a different kind and it is all good, though I have to admit the ingredients for the spell are not much better than those the nasty old witches threw into their cauldron.


According to the Shakespearian verse that cauldron contained the guts of a toad, the leg of a lizard, the gall of a goat and the nose of a Turk, and lots of much more horrible things.   Good grief, if we wrote things like that now we would be in a lot of trouble for being politically incorrect and scaring children.   But Shakespeare is dead so he's got away with it.   Anyway, it is one of the most gruesome recipes I've ever read and lots of the things in it are not only disgusting but also very poisonous.  

This story is beginning to get lost.   Sorry, and on with the story about the Dad who works with a bunch of fairies to make magic - good magic.   Now, here is an interesting thing - although the magic is good lots of the ingredients are almost as vile as those in the Witches potion.   The reason they got it all wrong and very evil is their intent was not honourable and this Dad is an honourable man and his intent is good and kind and helpful.       


Oh goodness - look at the time I am going to have to finish this story another time but just before I go I will tell you about some of the things that go into this Dad's magic.   Old soggy teabags, the brussel sprouts that you didn't eat with your dinner, that bit of smelly cheese that Mum found in the back of the fridge that had been there since last Christmas and a wilted stick of celery.   There are also all those bread crusts you never ate and left in your school lunch-box for 5 days over half-term...mmmm, loads of tasty things.   What?   You don't think so, well wait till you find out how much lovely magic they make.