h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

I first saw her in a tiny trickle of light. she was drinking the dew from the cup of the trailing bindweed. All alight with magic and fairy dust she hopped on to the hedge, on to the floor and then with a magical fairy jump landed on my shoulder and started to whisper her secret into my ear.
The long hot dry summer had had a bad effect on fairy morale. The dew on the grass was long overdue and basically there was a shortage of moisture in the enchanted wood. Speak to any badger who were grumpy at the best of times and and you would know of the difficulties the animals were facing. The trolls and the goblins felt the same, they only show their faces roughly every six weeks, and when they do they rarely speak. The hedge fairies were on the edge and normally so cheerful their manner had become brusque

As fairy queen I think it would be a good idea to have a party. There would be so much for each animal to do. The woodpeckers could carve holes in the trees and the elves and goblins who are very talented with their hands could make magical fairy lanterns and hang them in the spaces the woodpeckers have carved out. The trolls and goblins who are much happier when employed could make garlands to decorate the wood with. Badgers who are so much more contented when using their snouts could roll the logs int the centre of the enchanted wood for all the fairies and pixies and elves to sit on.

As Jack Frost it is my heart's desire to make my Fairy Queen's tiny acorn cup of happiness overflow, so I have been busy in the enchanted forest, drawing up rosters for the squirrels to get squirreling, at what I haven't the faintest idea, but they make an impressive sight and it keeps them out of mischief while the real business goes on in the Glade of the Lost Maidens where the fairies are coating every blade of grass, leaf and thistlehead with a spell handed down to me by my grandmother (may her pipe be always full and her whiskers never lose their lustrous sheen) to make them glisten like twigs after an ice storm, and the leprichauns are brewing rainbow liquor, and the unicorns are practising their square dancing to the haunting song of the mermaids who have mislaid their ocean.

at this point the fairies are fair shivering their timbers., but being cool dudes they do not let their excitement show, they thought their magic was only for this enchanted isle but unbeknown to them their spell has reached across continents and found rare angels of the most spiffing sort.
Rhyming fairy has found out her old pinny and is already okey
koking with a pig

the dazzler xx

I your first 2 posts, be careful that someone doesn't steal them. The BBC think they dont but they DO...you see and hear them in lots and lots of other places not the BBC

Add this © to them and then it belongs to you and the BBC and no-one else.

Thanks for your advice. There is so much good writing around these days that it is hard to imagine anyone would want to steal them.
You may be interested in my bbc features for the blackcountry
carol ward blurring of genders or carol ward the latest. Do you write ?
The fairy has grown into a tale called 'A shaggy fairy story' which I am submitting to our local writers' group.
It is lovely to have had the chance to communicate with you
now it's time for

I've taken to writing some extremely silly poetry whilst getting back to being a two armed woman who usually plays the piano

I'm constantly amazed at your versatility, piano player with two arms plus an internal knowledge of circling seagulls is impressive to say the least.

and you write poetry I feel I would like to know more

how are the seagulls later are they circling inland or have they moved out to sea?

Hallo. Testing ... testing... Didyouever beaming in from cyberspace. Are you getting this message??? I loved this little story Lucy. Souns like a children's story book at conception there. Are you going to develop it?

Much love dids

And how. This little poem started off as a fairy poem and now I've developed it into a children's story. Sent it off to mutiny of the biro class so will have to see what happens,. Much mutiny today and grumbles and groans oh and we did a bit of writing

Long may I have two arms and two legs