There was once a bad professor who didn’t believe fairies existed. And if they did exist, well they oughtn’t. And all the children were afraid because when the Moon was growing bigger in the sky and the stars were out and if they were unlucky, there would be a knock on their bedroom window while their parents were asleep, and there would be the face of the professor with his helpful smile. In he would climb, and he would rifle through their books without so much as a by-your-leave, and he’d take out all the fairies, as well as anyone else he didn’t believe in while he was about it. And into his jam-jar they went, and they got stored, so it was said, in the shed at the bottom of his garden. And the jam jar got so full that one day the fairies burst out, and they made a beeline for his study where they found the bad professor vivisecting an elf, a pool of elf tears glistening at his feet. The fairies set on him and ate him alive limb by limb, and every child in the country could hear his screams, and instantly knew that their books and the people in them were now safe. Fairies are not always nice. Copyright BG 2014
Posted on: Mon, 09 Jun 2014 13:46:01 +0000
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