Full Moon.

  Full Moon.

The full moon shone and lit up my back garden as if I had placed electric lights all over the garden. If I look closely I am sure that I will be able to see the various colours of the fruits and vegetables. I have often been in the garden at the time of full moon especially if there are no clouds in the sky. I have this feeling that I must see and count the so called shooting stars. Many people would think that it is a strange thing to do to count shooting stars on moonlit nights.

I can hear you asking why does he want to count shooting stars, they are only meteorites entering the earth’s atmosphere. That is true of course and I count them because of a story I was once told as a little boy. The story teller told me that each shooting star meant that another fairy had been born on this earth.

Sometimes there have been so many shooting stars that I could not count them, on such nights I was always pleased to know that hundreds of fairies had been born. Where are all of these fairies? I can hear you asking. I do not know, perhaps the man that told me the stories got his facts a little mixed. What if the shooting stars were human babies being born? On some nights many, many babies are born other nights not so many.

Having told you this story, I must tell you that one night, a night of the full moon. So many fairy babies were born that not even the nurses in the fairy maternity ward could keep up with the number of mothers having their babies. The wise old fairies were called to help even Her Majesty helped as did many of the Leprechauns. Soon there were no more beds or cots available for the Mothers and the New born babies.

Leprechauns made bed after bed, cot after cot, spiders were busy weaving gossamer sheets for the beds. The Fairy Queen Feeanna put an urgent call to Mother Nature. Mother Nature please stop the shooting stars, if you cannot do this then send many clouds to cover the heavens we just cannot keep up with all of the new births.

Mother Nature sent cloud after cloud to cover the full moon, soon there was not a shooting star to be seen. I myself thought that it would soon pour down with rain the clouds that Mother Nature sent were thick heavy black clouds. There was no lightening, no rain only the clouds. Soon the last Fairy Mother had given birth to her baby and the nurses and all of the helpers at the Fairy Maternity Hospital were able to sit down for a well needed rest.

Now when I go into the garden on a moonlit night I hope to see the shooting stars but not so many as I did on the night I have told you about.