The Window.
Once in Fairyland there was a battle of magic to see who would be in charge. Her Majesty Queen Feeanna or the Wizard Overmondel. The Queens magic wand was much more powerful than that of the Wizard Overmondel and sprays of golden sparks flew through the air. The magic fight did not take long and soon the Wizard Overmondel was turned into a stone. Many of the magic charges hit trees and some of the Fairies cottages. Some trees were damaged and some of the cottages had to be repaired. The Leprechauns spent many a day repairing the small thatched cottages. The trees Her Majesty looked after. Now if one goes into Fairyland the only thing to remind one of the battle so long ago was the stone standing in the middle of the Fairy Village.
One day I had business to do with Her Majesty and I walked past many of the small thatched cottages. Before one cottage I saw what I thought was a rather nosey Leprechaun. He was standing staring into the cottages small window. I walked up behind him and was going to give him a piece of my mind. Looking through strange windows is just not done. When I too stopped I was seeing myself as if I was looking in a mirror. I was alone no Leprechaun just me looking into this mirror. A voice came from the window or mirror, “Go on ask me something, do not be shy I am here for every one to use.” “What on earth shall I ask a mirror?” I asked myself. I found myself asking, “how tall I am.” The answer came straight away. “You are five feet eleven inches.”
“Am I rich,” was my next question. “You are rich in experience,” came the answer. How long I stood there asking the mirror or window my questions I really cannot say it was after half past five in the evening when I entered my house. The following day I found myself before the window or mirror once again. This time I asked questions about the coming harvest will it be a good nut year. I am partial to walnuts. Will Fairyland have any upsets again this coming next ten years? Each question I asked was answered. Later I moved away from the mirror or window and watched as fairy after fairy, Leprechauns, Pixies and even the Trolls came to the window to ask their questions. The mirror was very patient and answered question after question.
Suddenly Her Majesty appeared in a flash of blue light and a wisp of smoke. On seeing me she asked me what I thought of the mirror or cottage window that could answer any questions put to it. What could I say? It was interesting but is it something that Fairyland really wants. Her Majesty told me that she has known about the mirror Her Majesty had left it there after the battle of the Wizard Overmondel and Her Majesty. One of the charges of magic from Her Majesties magic wand had hit the window of the cottage and turned it into an answering mirror. I answered any question put to it. After hearing my saying it was something that Fairyland could do without Her Majesties magic wand came into play again and the mirror of window turned back into what it was before being hit by the magic charge. Just and ordinary glass window. Some still go to ask the window questions; of course it cannot answer any more soon no one will ever remember the question mirror and that will be a good thing. Bern