Some one has been telling secrets. Secrets that could damage Fairyland and all that lived here. All Fairies were taught at school that no secrets of magic were to be told to humans or strangers. Many a Witch or Wizard have tried to get the Fairies to teach them the old Fairy Language. Many Fairies have been kidnapped and very badly treated to divulge the old Language that the Fairies brought with them when they first came to this earth. Part of the magic ritual can only be used when the old language was spoken and the lack of this knowledge was what has stopped the Witches and Wizards from performing such magical acts.
It was a small bird the wren that gave me the answer. No one was telling secrets. One clever Wizard had placed all over Fairyland small microphones that picked up every word that was spoken. All birds were asked to keep their eyes open and report to me whenever they saw one of these microphones. I warned all Fairies not to speak out loud as they went about their work. I collected all of the microphones and fitted them up in my basement. With a noise amplifier I played some old military music on an old gramophone. The microphones picked up the sound of the music. It must have been a terrible noise to listen to.
Out of curiosity I went to the Doctors surgery to see whether anyone would come in with hearing trouble. I did not have to wait long. A tall man came in and asked to see the Doctor. The assistant asked him what the trouble was for him to want to see a Doctor. The man had a very loud voice and more or less told the Doctor’s assistant that he had trouble with his ears he thought that he was going deaf. After the man came out of the surgery I decided to follow him. He disappeared into a large house and I walked past. I heard the terrible noise coming from his house. Instead of turning off his electrical apparatus to stop the loud noise. He must still have had hopes that he could overhear the Fairies and learn their language. Back home I stuffed some ear packs in my ears and went into my basement to switch off the noise amplifier. Taking my earplugs from my ears I quietly spoke into the microphones. “You will have to find some other way to learn the Fairy Language.” “All of your microphones have been confiscated and you will never see them again. Take this spoken message as a warning. Leave the Fairies in peace to get on with their work. If you try again I will use magic to make you disappear for a long, long time.
I dismantled the microphones and the put the old gramophone back into the attic where it had been placed many years ago. The secrets of the Fairy language are safe again now. Bern