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Fancy Dress Ball.

Fancy dress ball.

 

Excitement is running high in fairyland, it has been announced that a fancy dress ball is to be held in four weeks time. Plans are being made, discussions as what to wear should the fairies dress as characters from the human world or should they wear natural clothes from nature. Many of the fairies asked me If they could look through my wardrobe to see If there was anything suitable to be used for the ball, others looked In the old boxes and ships trunks that are stored up In my attic. I take all of these activities of the fairies in good part because normally fairies have the annual fairy ball, which is attended by her majesty, queen of all the fairies every year. Many balls and dances are held during the year but none are as Important as the fairies annual ball.

Then it was announced that the ball was to be held in honour of Mother Nature and all fairies were to dress in clothes suitable for such an occasion. Most of the old clothing from the boxes and trunks in my attic were returned and I saw less and less of the fairies in my house. I did notice though that many of my plants in the garden were being stripped of leaves and many of my flowers were showing signs of having been picked In fact the garden is looking awful. I decided that when the fancy dress ball was over I would have a word with the fairies. One of the fairies came to me with a book that had been carelessly thrown away in the woods. The book was about peter pan, a picture book showing the adventures of peter pan and Wendy. Peter’s clothes had caught the eye of this fairy and she wanted to copy the clothes but did not have any material as shown in the pictures of peter pan. Telling the fairy that peter pan’s clothes would not be suitable for a ball In honour of mother nature, I suggested that I get her some packets of cotton wool from the chemists and she should make a dress that looked like a cloud. The fairy thought that this would be a good Idea and off I went to the chemists in the high street and bought an armful of cotton wool packets. I will not help you to make your dress that you must do yourself, as there is a prize to be won for the best dress depicting Mother Nature at the ball. On my walks through the woods I saw very few fairies all were busy getting ready for the fancy dress ball in honour of Mother Nature and all wanted to win the prize. The prize it had been announced was a trip to Jamaica for one whole month. The winner would be asked to sing and dance at the ball that took place every year In Jamaica In honour of the fairy queen. The evening of the ball arrived and fairies were coming into the woods from all over the United Kingdom. Blue flashes announced the arrival of the next group of fairies, Scottish fairies came, some carried bagpipes, then the welsh fairies most of these had a harp with them. The Irish fairies were all dressed the same in dresses made of shamrocks or four leaved clovers. The rest of the fairies were dressed in all kinds of dresses made of leaves sewn together and many had hats made from feathers and leaves. Some were wearing dresses of fruits and some had clothes made from the shells of nuts. The big moment arrived. A huge bright blue light lighted up the night sky and there stood Mother Nature and her majesty queen Feeanna, both looking very beautiful. A group of leprechauns were to be the judges of the costumes. Music played by a well-known orchestra of toads sounded and the fairies paraded In front of the leprechauns the dresses were all the same really, fruits, nuts and leaves. Then came the fairy that I had bought the cotton wool for. This dress was a real treat; the fairy was dressed in a white fluffy cotton wool dress that looked exactly like a cloud. The fairies cheered and the leprechauns promptly decided that this dress was the best they had seen at the ball. The fairy was given the prize of going to Jamaica. She then surprised even me. She spoke out loud enough for all to hear. “I cannot accept this prize for I only made the dress but Mr. Shaw got all of the materials for me so It Is Mr. Shaw that should go to Jamaica. Mother nature and her majesty stood up and both smiled saying that the fairy had fairly won as she herself had made the dress. Mr. Shaw shall accompany her to see that all is well in that far off land Jamaica. The dancing started; the music I had expected to be very noisy but strangely enough the bagpipes the harps and the other strange Instruments that the orchestra of toads were playing all were In harmony and a wonderful evening was had by all. The next day the fairy and I were given a wonderful send off by all of the fairies and Mother Nature and the fairy queen Feeanna. Whoosh the strange feeling one gets and when travelling by magic and we were In Jamaica. We had a wonderful time and were entertained, wined and dined by the Jamaican fairies.

 

— Bernard Shaw, Apr 05, 2010

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