The fairies at the bottom of my garden

Press, 22 September 1987, Page 14

The fairies at the bottom of my garden

By KIRSTY BLOOMFIELD aged 11, af Christchurch One bright summer’s day I was lying at the bottom of our garden, by the vegetable patch, when something, or you might say someone, tapped me on the shoulder. I looked back but all I could see were a few crunchy brown leaves on the grass. I just thought that one of them had just dropped on to my shoulder, but then as I looked a second time, I saw what I thought to be a tiny human-like body. I pinched myself when the thought ran through my head that what I am looking at might just be a fairy. To be on the safe side I spoke a few words. It did not answer me for a while, but about two minutes later the creature spoke back to me. This is what it said. “Please, Miss, I am looking for the Great River Fairlooks. I was

wondering if you would know where it is.” I looked round, puzzled. “The Great River Fairylooks,” I said back in a hurry. ‘Yes, but you might know it as the creek by the oak tree.” The little creature had a green dress on, but it was just then that I realised that she had wings. I asked her what her name was, but she said that she was not allowed to tell anyone because if she did, she would only be allowed one mushroom a day for 18 fairymonths (sixteen days). Before the fairy left me she gave me a tiny bottle of fairy dust The bottle was about as big as a thumbnail. She said that if you sprinkle it over the clothes which you are wearing you will be able to fly. Just then my alarm clock woke me up. It was all a dream!