Fairy’s Love Letters!

We all know what today is. No, not Munchday or Chewsday. It’s Valentine’s Day!!!

As well as my usual impressively huge heap of splendid cards from secret admirers from all around the world, pledging their troths or some such, plus enough magnificent red roses to stock several well appointed Florist Shops, these rather fetching block type things have just arrived. How exciting!

 

According to the instruction leaflet, you need to spread the blocks all out everywhere and then arrange them into an appropriate Valentine word. Not a problem for a well educated and exceptionally learned Fairy.

 

Hummmph – not exactly easy is it, I can tell you. Anyway, there seems to be something missing here!

 

Oh yes, easy peasy! That’s it, all done!!

 

Hehehe! Got you that time!!!!

Have a Volley Day x x x

Fairy In Print!

Oh my whiskers! I am in PRINT! My sweet and pretty face is adorning a page or two of this marvellous guide aimed at young ‘uns, telling them what’s what with caring for us V.I.P’s! It is told by Parsley Pig (and written by Briony Isaacs) and features lots of celebratory piggies from all around the world. It really is jolly wonderful!

Look! here’s my house and everything – Pixie and Bear are on that other page too!

As if that wasn’t enough popcorn inducing excitement for one day then what about THIS – a new cuddle-up-bed, fresh from the sewing machine of Cavy Couture.

It’s got a roll up back to keep the draughts at bay, and to hide Famous Fairy (from the autograph hunters when they come looking!)

What’s that? Did someone mention . . .

FOOD?! Thank you, waiter!

You would think a one-new-bed day would be enough for any deserving piggy, but this day has turned out to be extra, extra special – here’s ANOTHER new bed. It’s a high back too, and like my lovely ladybird bed, it has been made especially suitably sized for petite, dainty little moi! And rather cosy it is too.

What the . . . BEAR! There is no easy way to say this but you are not quite the right size for my new bed!

Someone – Bear is stretching my new bed! Can you come quick and scoop her up before she does irreparable damage?!

Fairy’s Pig-manay Celebrations!

Hello there my loyal and lovely piggy pals. I am delighted you could join us. Today is a very special day in Fairyland. Not only is it New Year’s Eve, but tonight it is also Pixie and Bears’ first ever ‘proper’ hootennany type party – with fancy drinks and nibbles and discovating and guests and, and, and everything. Wooooo hoooooooo!

Hold very tight girls – fun city here we come. Toot, toot.

Woweeeee, we’ve landed.

Looks like the party is in full swing. Well if it isn’t, it very soon will be now I’m here!

Make way, party Fairy your favourite frippet and her chums, coming through.

Off you go and circulate girls – I’ll just go nip and powder my nose and whiskers and apologise for all your bad behavior in advance.

Monty and Minty Mouse are on their usual best behaviour I see (boring!!!).

Seems to me that this here party needs a plentiful dollop of Fairy Magic to really get things going.

You’re looking more jolloped than ever Bear – do your world famous Fat Boy Fatter impression and spin a few of them there discs pronto like.

Let’s see, ‘Teddy Bears’ Pignic’ anyone?

How about, ‘One, Two, Three O’Clock, Four O’Clock Munch’?

Enough of that malarkey – let’s play a game that fubbery Fairy always wins – Pass the Parcel.

Bear has gone under cover. Either that or she’s doing her world famous impression of a Wrapper!

I saw it first Pixie, let go – it’s MY cucumber. You go and find your own game to cheat at.

That’s it – off you go and play Tiddly Winks with Mr Bear.

Well, it would appear Mr Bear is Tiddly – so these must be the Winks.

Ughhh – not very tasty are they?

I declare Pixie the winner! Looks like it’s gone to her head!

I’m getting a teeny weenie bit starving. Who’s in charge of the catering around here?

Yes, I know you prefer a ‘liquid’ lunch, tea, dinner and supper Mr Bear, but some of us need to keep our strength up. When do we eat?

Oh you made us some canapigs? Brilliant. What-ya-got!

Hummmm – non dried tomatoes atop carrots-au-discs, some super little grape-crostini bites on beetroot sticks and those mini celery nibblettes!

Oh, is that all there is?

Wait for it Bear, you know the rules – Fairy goes first!

Oh yes, this is more like it. Nom, nom, nom.

Patience Pixie and Bear. Sorry, but you are both in the second sitting.

Oooooh, hang on a minute – it’s nearly midnight!!!!!

Countdown to midnight – 10, 8, 3, 2, 7, 2 9 – HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!

All join paws and sing Auld Lang Syne. No, I don’t know what it means either.

Here comes the Bells – not to mention Mr Bear’s other special guests Johnnie Walker, Jack Daniels and Glen Ffidich!

It’s time to refill our glasses . . . . What’s that Mr Bear? – ‘You don’t mind if you do’? No surprises there then!

Mind you, Bear is on her second bottle of nourishing carrot juice – what a good girl.

In the absence of sustenance, we may as well eat the tinsel.

Ooor Pixie – why is the room starting to spin?

Sniff, sniff, poooooofh – Mr Bear! That wasn’t carrot juice. You’ve been leading Bear astray! As if she wasn’t bad enough sober!!!

Time to make her excuses and take her home before she gets even more unnecessary than usual.

Come on girls, hold very tight please – off we go. And don’t go nibbling my prize cucumber on the way.

Hummmph – I always think that no matter how far you wander, there really is ‘no place like Fairyland’.

Have a super, safe and cuddly New Year everyone wherever you may be – here, there and everywhere the whole world over x x x

Toot, toot, TOOOOOT!

 

 

Fairy Keeps Christmas Under Wraps!

Hello there my people – Seasons Greetings from Fairyland on Christmas Day.

We WERE going to have a very civilised present opening session this morning. Unfortunately, piggy excitement seems to have displaced patience and decorum! So instead of my usual beautifully written and wonderfully photographed story, we are happy to share some seasonal snaps starring me and my piggy chums!

Here we all are – starting to get a tiny bit GIDDY.

Oi, Bear, move your great big bottom, that one says ‘Fairy’ on the label. (Actually, Fairy is convinced that ALL the labels say ‘Fairy’!)

 

Hummmm – this looks rather interesting. Can you guess what it is yet?

 

Wowwweee – IT’S A REAL LIVE FAIRY CRASH PAD TO CUDDLE UP IN!!!!!

 

Mine’s lovely, but maybe a teeny weeny bit . . . ‘snug’. I don’t suppose you have one in a slightly larger size?

 

Synchronised crash pad testing. Waggle those bottoms girls!

 

Wooooooh – Mummy, I LOVE this one!

 

Don’t look now Bear, but this present looks a bit fishy!

 

Room for one more? We’re having a whale of a time today.

 

All the best things come in little packages. Especially, ME!

 

Who says I’m looking a bit ‘down in the mouth?’

 

If everybody loves a present – they’ll be bound to love little ol’ MEEEEE!

 

Here I am – going cheeeeep!

 

Time for a very light snackette, in between openings.

 

Presents are very extra smashing, but you can’t beat playing with the packaging.

 

I’ll just test this one for snoozzzzzzzzzzzzability.

 

What a super duper wonderful Christmas Day – we feel so lucky having a present EACH!

Thank you to everyone everywhere and especially Auntie Jenny from ‘Piggy Palace’ who made our amazing, super-duper crash pads x x x

 

 

 

Fairy Goes A-carrolling!

It would appear that The Big Day is nearly upon us – the time when all good little piggies get lots of extra cuddles and lots of love. Much like any other day then! However, there is a catch to this Big Day. Mummy says, that for no good reason I can see, we have to carry out a family tradition  and ‘sing for our supper’.

Our Mousie friends are the perfect captive audience in their festively decorated Mouse House. So, with the errr ‘assistance’ of Pixie and Bear, here goes . . .

‘Ding dong piggywigs on high’ – No, no, no – you’re singing flat Bear. Let’s try another carol.

‘We three pigs of’ – No, no, no! Sound as if you mean it Pixie. Another!

‘O come all ye piggies, joyful and pop-corn-ing’. NO!
Not that one . . . this one. It goes something like this:

 

‘I saw three pigs and mousies too

Eating lots of salad stew

Oh what a very odd to do,

On Christmas Eve, in the morning.

 

Oh, here we come a-pop-corn-ing,

Among the salad leaves so green;

Oh, here we come a-pop-corn-ing,

On Christmas Eve, in the morning’.

 

Hummmph, probably could do with a tiny, little bit of polishing!

Right, after me, from the top, give it everything, big breath in, sing from your diagram, and other musical type instructions and what have you.

Errr Pixie, while Fairy waves her baton about in an ever more frenetically random circles, let’s go see what Mr Bear has been up to?

Looks suspiciously like it might be Sherry Time!

Sniff, sniff. Oh no! Just as I suspected. As if it wasn’t bad enough having one secret Sherry slurper around here – looks like he’s got company.

Ooooer – my head hurts. And why is everything starting to spin?

Mr Bear has the right idea – time to go horizontal!

Oh goodness gracious. Where on earth has that pesky pawed Pixie got to I ask myself?

Ooooof, splutter, splutter, spluff. Pixie – enough of your unseemly drunk and disorderly type behavior, thank you very much!

Thank goodness everything gets back to normal tomorrow!!!!

‘Twas Three Nights Before Christmas!

Greetings from a fabulously festive Fairyland my loyal and faithful followers.

Just so you get an idea of what’s what, it’s almost Christmas. Last year Pixie and Bear were too new and giddy to fully appreciate what a special time this is. Unfortunately, Daddy must have whispered the ‘present’ word within their hearing and so they are over excited and determined to find theirs NOW. The hunt is on!

This very one says ‘Fairy’ on it so it’s MY present Bear, NOT yours.

Stand by to repel pirate pigs. Oi!, Bear, sling your hook. It’s not up here either?

Hummmpf – Pixie – I can see you. Kindly desist from taking not so crafty nibbles out of my pressie.

And just for your information, only good piggies get presents at Christmas.

Better luck next year!!!!

Not to worry. Fairy is only teasing. Bear and Pixie will be getting more than their fair share of Christmas cheer.

We all hope you and your piggies have a wonderful time too – Merry Christmas x x x

A Fairy In The Post!

Can you just hold on a minute while I examine this marvellous card that arrived for moi today?

Hehehe! Not only is it for ME, it’s full of ME too – and even a bit of Pixie and Bear as well!

Look! There we are, full of festive-ness!

Thank you very much indeed, Poppet and Rosie! I LOVE my new card and all the Christmassy bits in it – and I especially love the back, you really are a pair of gorgeous girls! and you are wonderful!

Big lots of Christmas-love to YOU both (and to my Auntie Debra too) xxx

Santa Paws Grotto!

I understand it is traditional to pay a visit to a certain Mr Santa Paws type person at this time of year.

My invaluable advice would be to go and see him as soon as possible so you can give him all your special requests nice and early. Although why this request process differs from my usual daily talk to Mummy, I do not know.

Here I am all nice and comfy, having a quiet word in his ear. It does seem unusually pesky piggy free and peaceful around here.

Dear Santa Paws, I need you to organise three tons of organic carrots, a few dozen extra juicy cucumbers, plenty of mixed lettuce leaves, a 100 bales of your finest meadow hay, 126 jolly cosy beds, 253 cuddle cups, two lawns worth of munchy leaves of the greenest ever grass . . . and . . .

Whoooa there. What on earth caused that soft furnishings related earthquake?

Oh, I might have known.

Do keep still, Pixie, I haven’t finished my very important discussions with the beardy one yet. In fact I’d hardly even got started with my basic essentials Christmas ‘must have without fail or else there will be big bother’, wish list.

Oh Pixie, I appreciate that all this talk of food may be making you peckish, but do stop nibbling his beard.

Now, where was I?

Oh yes, can you please also organise a very, very, very big sack of cereals, a few 1000 bunches of juicy dandelions . . .

Sorry Bear, yes I do appreciate that you have been extraordinarily patient and everything, but I haven’t finished. We haven’t even posed for a Christmas Card type family photo portrait yet.

Pixie, that may well be your ‘best side’, but I do have to finish my list.

Have I missed anything important do you think?

DAAAADY! Do something about Pixie – NOW!

She’s going? About time too!

Watch where you’re pointing that rear end Pixie.

Err, I feel I should warn you Fairy, a certain rather rotund type Bear is about to invade your space.

Oh good grief. What bear faced cheek! Get this furry mountain out of my ear!!!

Oooofh! There are times when a well mannered little Fairy just can’t take any more – DAAAADDY!

Order! You’ve got to hand it to him!

Come on you two, it’s time for our official Santa Pawtrait, gather round NOW.

Pixie, what are you up to? OH! Well, you should have thought about that before we started.

Oh for goodness sake you two. Lets get the portrait thingy over and done with and then I can get back to making my demands, er requests, of that Mr Christmas type Santa Paws person.

Everyone say ‘Salad’!

Yes, I know tinsel is itchy – serves you both right for being so obstreperous?

Now where was I? Oh yes, 245 blankies, 126 tasty nibbles incase of emergency hunger pangs between snacks . . .

And why, I hear you all asking, does one little Piggy need all these provisions and treats? Well I want them delivering to all the Guinea Pig Rescues and Communities who help my furry friends all around the world so that Piggies less fortunate than us can be helped to have a nice life too.

A very Happy Santa Paws day to you all, may it be filled to brimming with Fairy-Magic!

And It’s Night-Night From Me!

Here I am again. Would you believe some nosey friends asked my mum recently ‘Where does Fairy sleep’? As if that is anyone’s business but my own. I will tell you anyway, but only if you are nosey enough to read on . . .

First off the important bits – getting me fed! This photo was from a while ago, didn’t I look cute? I still do I expect.

Once my tummy is suitably filled I get my superior Daddy-cuddles.

Then it’s into my bedroom where I find supper has been laid out along with a tasty heap of hay – and my jolly yummy snack bowl has been topped up with the finest super-snacks! All present and correct then.

Oh and look here, some fresh grass. Could life get any more perfect?

On goes my handy keep-Fairy-free-from-draughts device . . .

. . . then another little back rub! I like this best best!

Into position now, a heated underblanket and the warm stove . . .

. . . and a bit of distance between moi and that pesky pair, Pixie and Bear.
Peace at last! Night-night!

Famous Fairy!

You might be forgiven for thinking we’d all gone away for good this summer when actually we were all just very busy indeed. What with lawn-mowing duties, salad growing and testing the outcomes duties, plus all sorts of untold summery type jobs, these last few wheeks have been somewhat hectic. But we are BACK!

It’s a super-duper autumn day and here I am minding my own business (and showing off my jolly white fur and pink nose, if you hadn’t noticed) when the postie popped a Very Important Package through our letter box.

What do you reckon this is, Bear?

Oh my paws and whiskers! It’s the brand new 2014 hot-off-the-press Guinea Lynx Calendar!

C’mon, bear, stop pretending you are all shy and what-not, you are HERE on these hallowed pages! LOOK!

Now then, let’s take a peek inside . . . it’s all a bit dark if you ask me.

Well, I am Fairy-flabbergasted! It’s ME! Adorning the page for January. Crumbs! I look a proper little pin-up girl, don’t I?

That’s Pasquale Bear, his cuddly arms are so cosy.

Anyway, the rest of the pages are packed with fab pics of all my friends – and on top of all that there are some jolly hilarious captions for your delectation!

I think EVERYONE needs a Guinea Lynx Calendar to hang on their wall next year. And the January page is guaranteed to get your year off to a very warm and fuzzy start!

Fairy Gets Behind The Camera!

 

Good day one and all.

I have an extra special treat for you today – meet a certain set of neighbourly interlopers, who appeared on the scene yesterday just in time for yours truly to practice my skills with the camera type thingy seeing as mummy can’t control it one-handedly at present (she is recuperating following a little shoulder procedure, or something horrid).

So without further ado and unaccustomed as I am and other grand sounding orations, it gives me great pleasure to introduce you to Nibbles (black fur) and Fudge (tri-colour fur) – particularly as Mummy has laid-on extra nibbles.

Pixie: Fairy! Am I glad to see you – we have been invaded by some sort of furry alien munching machines.

Gimme this bit, Fudge, and you can have that ONE leaf to be going on with. If i’m not mistaken it looks as if you need a bit of preparation before Fairy takes any more pics.

A quick trim up here . . . and you’re done.

At least there’s plenty of yummy grass for everyone. Remember to look intelligent Nibbles.

Bear: Err, mind if I take a look? I just need to check you haven’t been eating MY snacks.

Nibbles: Ooooo errr – it looks like a Piggy, but BIGGER!!!!!

Bear: Not only bigger, little Nibbles but I can do impressions too. Here’s my ‘walrus’!

Fairy: I am rather proud of the following shots taken with a little help from my super duper Official Fairy Friends, Auntie Annie and Auntie Ellen.

I thought for a minute that Fudge had applied a dollop of my mummy’s lipstick – actually though, it’s a tomato!

That’s better, you get a good glimpse of all the juicy seeds and everything here. And to think Daddy calls ME a messy eater!!!!!!

Mmmmm, that was tasty. Now when do we eat?

Pixie: Hurry up and take the photo Fairy, before Nibbles upsets the magic carrot. I can feel it tipping over what with her swiftly expanding ‘largesse’!

 

 

 

Green-Nosed Fairy!

Top’o’the morning, friends and all! I expect you think I have been lazing around all summer, snoozing in a shady corner, or enjoying a spot of warm sun on my back. Well, you would be wrong!

You have, I am sure, heard of the saying ‘green fingered’, meaning someone is a dab hand with plants and stuff in the garden. I represent that little heard of group of ‘green nosed’ gardeners, true experts in the cultivation of all things piggy-saladdy.

Cast your eyes, if you will, across my extensive, packed to bursting veg bed.

Look at this rather fetching leaf I am holding for inspection. You will have to take my word for its scrumptious tastiness!

And here’s my jolly attractive herb garden, of which I am particularly fond . . . I’d better just thin out these seedlings, hold on a moment please.

Oh this parsley stuff, it spreads like mad. I will just shift a few of the excess bunches.

nom, nom, nom, burp!

Hey, daddy! Can you scoop me up now, please? I have finished gardening for today.

There’s just time to show you this flowery bit, although WHY anyone would bother filling their garden with inedibles I do not know. It may look pretty but it seems a waste of space to me!