I thought I would tell you a little more about myself. As you can see on the left of this Blog, I was born in 1700's under a mushroom in Wiltshire England. So that makes me a very old Fairy. Wise ? As an owl, tough ? As old boots, Wrinkled ? Hmm let's not go there, we'll just say a prune has nothing on me !
I remember when I was a young fairy, many many moons ago. Not a wrinkle in site! Dancing under the moon and star's, at the mid summer's night ball, till the early hours of the morning. I was always sleepy but very happy going home. Sat on the back of a snail taxi, heading home to Mushroom gardens. I would remember all the Elf's I got to dance with. Summer Bell fairy, getting the hiccups ever time an Elf would ask her to dance. * laughs * Then their was Bluebell Fairy. You know the type. Head held high, nose in the air. Always having something nasty to say to us Fairy's. Me? Couldn't give a monkey's really. I loved to laugh, have fun and dance the night away. It doesn't matter to me if you had one gold coin in your pocket or 10, if your nice to me, I'm nice to you.
Speaking of gold, I either have a hole in my jar, as all my gold is disappearing, or that darn leprechaun is back ! Caught him with his hand in my money jar taking my gold last week. He said " Wings of time, I'm just counting it. " Yeah right, that's why he was red as a tomato!
Ok my Fairy's I need to go look at my garden, see what needs watering, and what needs weeding. Will be back soon, tomorrow night I will tell you the story of the Three little Pigs..
Night night sleep tight and don't let the bed bugs bite
Wings of Time
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