Monthly Archives: August 2011

Fairy Takes To The Skies!

Psst! Mr Bear! There seems to be a . . . new Fairy thingy!
Is it pour moi?

Wow – look, it’s got WINGS and everything.

Is this seat arrangement sufficiently errr, ‘ample’, to accommodate for my furry little behind?

Hum . . . at least its got a brake pedal!
What’s all that ‘Joystick’ talk supposed to mean?

Looks like a clear blue sky – perfect for a test flight.

Errr – actually I have no idea what that talk of ‘test flights’ even means – perhaps Mr Bear can elucidate, or explain even.

Right – that’s that all the technicalities taken care of – good job I’m quick on the up take!
This is all well and good in theory, Flight Lieutenant Mr Bear, but what is the whole point of this Hairy plane whatsit? Sitting about in it is all very nice and cosy but . . . well, it isn’t what you’d call ‘exciting’ is it?

That did it – we’re going to set off.
I’m going FLYING!
Fasten your seatbelts everyone, we’re going up for real!

Err! There seems to be something amiss here . . . after all those driving theory lessons, shouldn’t it be little ME in the driving seat?

Performing my pre flight checks now . . .
SNACKS – check.
FLAPS UP – ears in place – check.
Doors to annual – or something – check.
Come in, flight control. It is Fairy-pilot-in-command here requesting a bit of clearance . . . this seat is a little too cosy!
Hold very tight! Taxi – for Mr Bear – out you go.

I’ll just take her up for a solo flight if that’s alright with you . . . . neeeeeooooowwwww . . . . chocks away!
Oooooops – who put that hedge there? HELP!!!

Brave and fearless Mr Bear to the rescue – complete with emergency salad rations.

Phew, back down on rocky garden – all safe and sound.
Oh – Mr Bear – you’re my hero!

I’m sure this will come as something of a surprise to you all – but all this flying about has made me very peckish.
No time to hang around – must fly!

Taking Stock!

Some of you lucky people who follow my antics on the super-duper Guinea Lynx Forum will recall the recent excitement when I held a little competition to guess how many beds, cosies, hideys and houses and things I had acquired.

Here’s how it all came about.

Gather round, make yourselves comfy as I announce the winner of the Grand – Fairy Gives Away A Treasured Possession – Competition.

The judges have conferred, double checked, rubbed their eyes and started all over again – but at long last a proper, verified, official conclusion has been reached. I am happy to substantiate the result with genuine Photoshop free, photographic evidence proving conclusively what a truly well be-bedded, some would say thoroughly spoiled, (although I would argue that there is definitely room for extra spoilings) piggy I am, Iam.

In between weekend showers I sought out all the beds and things I could put my little fluffy paws on. After arranging them in a logical sequence on the lawn, I set out to record them with clip boards and special, complicated adding up type machines.

After feeding all the data into a specially commissioned bed-data-base the results are ready for your perusal – and I am delighted to announce – We have a WINNER!

Before I go any further though I will be happy to take you through the truly complicated procedure – we even had an Auditor/Daddy type person to ensure fair play and everything.

Zroooom. Right – lets get this competition on the lawn – time to get counting!

Yes! You can get off that rotund bottom and come and help too, Mariella.

1, 13, 7, 41, ssh – I’m COUNTING!

16, 3, 37, 49 . . . have you counted THAT one, Mariella?

45 . . . has anyone seen Marigold?

478 . . . is she hiding in there? Oh! Mariella! You made me loose count. Never mind . . . I’ll just carry on where I might have left off.

68, 72, 77, 108 . . . and that one makes 110!

Yes, that little one counts too.

Oh crikey . . . look at this little lot . . . 123, 125, 142, 156 . . . come on, Mariella, keep UP!

It’s no good, there isn’t time for a rest.

Look at all these spots, my poor brain . . . 158, 166, 168, 169, 188. Err, I might have counted one twice, so let’s say 190.

193, 195, 199 . . . big breath . . .


Time for a rest . . . phew! I need a snack!

She is NOT giving MY bed away, Mariella. Let’s sit fast and try not to get involved – it must be time for some nibbles soon.

Nearly there now . . . 301, 423 . . .

This must be nearly the last one . . . 566 . . . probably.

Yep! All done! Did you manage to add them all up?

Just checking . . . psst where’s Daddy with the answer?
(Oh and this is YOUR last chance to guess how many before I reveal the total!)

Trumpet fanfare and all that sort of thing!


If it was up to me I would send ALL my friends a bed – especially the close guesses – Pennie (47) and Buffy (45) I personally think you should have a consolation prize. Well done, Snickers and Ouiser (42 and 43), Clover and Pixie (44 and 49) and Bella (48) and I thought your guess was good Patrick and Pebbles (249), I am going to make that my aim!

I know you will all be busy counting them up in the photo – and you’ll get 45! BUT . . . that little white fluffy pad is a bit hidden behind another bed! It WAS there on the day . . . so it IS 46! How did YOU do?