For those of you that didn’t (humph!), here’s another little clue. . . .
‘F’ is for . . . . . tra la-laaaaa!
Yes – it’s my BIRTHDAY!
Time for my official portrait. That’s me on the right – and I am not so little now thank you very much. I am TWO you know!
Oh wow! All my special online friends have remembered!
I have been having a lovely day.
I went on a grand tour all round the garden with my Daddy.
He passed on all your Birthday kishes!
And this afternoon I went for a special ride on Big Mavis.
Then we had my Birthday tea – indoors.
It was quite windy and I was worried my Birthday salad would all blow away!
Marigold and Mariella invited themselves and, err, helped.
We had a very quick game of ‘Pass The Salad’!
Look! I told you – Marigold DOES have legs!
umph – looks like we’ve almost run out.
That didn’t last very long did it?
That was a bit greedy, Marigold! Fancy eating everything in sight . . . .what about the rest of us? Grumph!
Oh well. Now you two sit all nice and quiet and look photogenic while I check out all my Birthday presents.
Nice wrapping paper. Very tasty.
Oh heck, Marigold, is that what I think it is?
WOW! My very own extra special cucumber!
It’s from all my Mousey friends – I’ll keep it safe until Marigold has gone to bed.
Look here, Fairy, you’ve got another one to unwrap. You get two presents when you are two.
Thank you, Mummy and Daddy! A perfect little Fairy-Fur-Brush!
Looks like the pair of you could do with a heavy duty one. What a pair of scruffs.
Oh-ho! Look!! Candles – Mum . . . . can you light them for me, please?
Big breath in, and, Puuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuufff! Good, I can make a Birthday wish . . . I wish you could all be here to share my special day.
I’ve had a super Birthday, thank you all for everything. I am a very lucky little girl.
I love being all grown-up and everything.
Can’t wait to be three now!
Hello loyal friends and dedicated Fairy followers. As if life isn’t scary enough for a sensitive little piggy such as me, my mousey family mentioned that something called Halloween was happening and Halloween meant everything would be ghostly and witchy and scary and pumpkiny and . . . actually, I am not sure where pumpkins come into it. They are not at all scary – in fact they are rather tasty. Perhaps people should get their facts straight before concocting such nonsense. In actual fact I’ll be having extra scoop of that little munchkin-pumpkin later for after afters. Anyway, to get back to the subject in paw – Halloween sounds just the ticket – let the spookiness commence!
So, Monty, is that Minty hiding under that spooky sheet then? Huh, not exactly scary is she? I am not even scarred a tiny bit. Errr, it is Minty, isn’t it??!
But hold your pumpkins . . . what’s that Halloween type Witchy contraption lurking over there?
Looks tailor-made for a tiny, petite elegantly furry Fairy-sized piggy. No good for big bottomed Mariella or furry-bloomers Marigold either. Move over a bit Monty and mind you don’t go poking your pointy nose where it isn’t required.
I am sure this comfy snuggle hut Witchy hat must be just for little ol’ me. I expect it has my name on it somewhere.
You could be forgiven for being lulled into a false sense of security inside here. Talking of which, I think I have visitors – Eeeek! Look! Scary ghosties! MUMMMMMMMMY!!!!!!
Eeeeek, Eeeeeeeek and Eeeeeeeeeeeeek again – those spooky ghosties have ghastly mouse type ghoulish feet poking out everywhere!!!!!
Just a spooky minute – they all have suspiciously familiar mousey type tootsies. What on carpet is going on?
Oh I see – on Halloween you dress-up as exceptionally unconvincing ghosties and people give you treaty type nibbles?! LOTS of treaty types of nibbles – to go away??!!! Wow – I could get used to these singularly secular celebrations.
Well, if you mousies are all going to dress up and try to be really scary, I may as well join you and take charge – although I don’t really see WHY I need a ghosty sheet, I am already very ghostly with my own beautifully white fur coat – whhhhhooooooooooooooo!
Pick yourself up, Mabel dear. Oh! You fainted with fright! Well get UP, this isn’t the time for lolling around. There are serious treat collecting type activities to undertake.
Right all you talented ghostly mousie apprentices – grab your ghostly costumes. I want a good clean scarefest with lots of wooooo’s and waaaaaaaaaaaaah’s and those sorts of things. Let’s scare everyone silly and make sure they give me, ooops, us double helpings of treats!
Very convincing . . . love the disembodied ear motifs! Good work.
I just need a few moments to get into character. What do you mean, “Fairy would make a good Goblin”? I heard that Monty?
We are PRETEND ghosts, aren’t we? Just double checking. I knew that.
Right – lets get treat collecting – errr I mean scaring!
Whoooooo . . . . and whoooooooooooooooooo some more . . . .
MUM . . . . DAAAD! ANYONE! Even Marigold and Mariella . . . . HEEEEELP!
There are genuine, real ghosts everywhere. Get lots of those tasty treats that I like a lot, to make them go away!
Whoooooooooooo . . . quick – hurry up with those treats. Lettuce and things, especially things. They should help reduce the scarinessability. Don’t be frightened, now, bring ‘em on and be extra quick about it, please.
I bet you were all really frightened! Don’t worry – I was only pretending to be scary. I am still the ever popular furry bundle of cuteness you all know and love. But if I didn’t get my treats I was fully prepared to UNLEASH HELL – or even my TEETH.
If Mummy and Daddy hadn’t piled my special pumpkin pie-dish with sufficient yumminess – I was going to get Mariella to sing! Now THAT would have been scary.
Looks like the greedy mouses have eaten far too many of their treats already!
You know, some people really think there ARE real ghosts out there – me? I don’t believe a word of it . . .
. . . but sometimes, if I squint my eyes and peer sideways, I think I CAN see ghosty guineas . . . one thing is for sure, they are NOT getting MY treats! The very idea!
What a spectacularly successful Halloween we had! All that scareyfying and treat nibbling has made me hungry!
Right Ho my hearties – it’s time to pose for our annual official portrait picture photo thingy.
Try to look stately and imposing Marigold. Just like me.
Everyone say “Fairy”!
Mummy wanted us to squeeze together a bit.
Fufff. Trust Mariella to take things too far. And I do not need a comb-over type toupee either thank you!
Right, that’s enough, scatter everyone – it’s time for our snack type rewards!
What ho! I may be able to fly a carrot through the wide blue skies and beyond – but who would have thought that a real life wooden pig might fly too?
Just give me two ticks while I get cleared for take off and locate the accelerator pedal thingy, and check the horn – pip-pip!
How high up is it, up there? Will I need my pigga-shute? It looks very high and very scary indeed.
Now then lets check the whether or not type conditions. There is a cross wind of 3-4 hay-knots Nor Nor West and visibility is, as usual, ‘challenging’.
Right, that’s all the highly technical stuff that you won’t understand, dealt with, time to fly.
I bet you thought I would be worried about flying . . . not me, Fairy the Fearless-flyer! (actually, I am a little more concerned about contracting a severe bout of the dreaded ‘splinters’)
Hold on . . . I say . . . what the dickens . . . it is, isn’t it? That there – over yonder whatnot . . . well, I’ll be . . . get a move on Percy old chap and let’s zoom over there and investigate . . . neeeeeeoooouuuuuuuu . .. . weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee . . .
Wooo hooo – this is so exciting! We’re travelling at the speed of white. Tee hee.
View Halloo! Well done Percy Pig! You just carry on and hover up there a mo while I check out this rather stupendous Fairy sized super pumpkin type thingy!
The question I know you’re all dying to ask is – am I going to ‘The Ball’ or to a totally brilliant and spookily amazing, surprise ‘Halloween Party’, thrown in my honour by Marigold and Mariella?
That’s for me to know and you to find out – very soon!!!!
Marigold: Mum said ‘no tea’ and to sit still and behave! Look, she’s got that black box with the funny lens thing again!
I didn’t know the new babies would be such hard work, Monty. I am just about at my tails end trying to cope with everything. I haven’t slept in nights! They don’t give me a moment’s peace – look at them! It’s bedtime now and they simply won’t settle down and go to sleep!
Don’t worry, Minty my sweetheart! I’ve just called Fairy and she is coming round later, as soon as she has finished her snacks. I am sure with her supreme diplomatic and organisational skills she will soon have everyone under control and life will be all hunky-dory again. You’ll see. If not, I have kept the receipt . . . Shh – she’s here!
Now then you three! Sit up straight and pay attention. It’s time we had a little chat.
No Marmaduke you can’t be excused – you should have ‘been’ at break time.
I want you to show your new mummy and daddy how good you all can be.
Come on now! It’s bed time. Settle down there. None of this shilly-shallying.
NO – I am not going to read you another story Mabel!
Well thank you, Petunia. I know you love me SO MUCH and a big hug is always lovely . . .
. . . oh! A very big hug it is then! These Cuddle Cup beds are not very big, are they?
4 hours later . . . that’s better – all that huggling has tired them out. I think everyone has nodded off . . . zzzzzzzzzzzz
The next night.
I brought one of my Baby Bowls around. I thought it would make a suitable bed!
In you get Petunia, there’s just enough room for a little’un!
What’s that, Marmaduke, you’re HUNGRY? You can’t be! It isn’t long since you had your supper.
No, I won’t get off until you promise to stop being naughty and go to sleep!
There – that worked! Good NIGHT . . . zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
The third night.
This old packing case from my office (the kitchen) makes a jolly good bed too. But you will soon either outgrow it or wear it out. Particularly if you don’t stop all that wriggling about.
Hmmm . . . I’ve got my work cut out here. However, I think I have solved the underlying problem – we need some new, proper beds – just like Monty and Minty’s. The babies want to be treated as part of the family.
Mummy! Daddy! Get your credit cards warmed up, we’re going shopping!
The Next Night
There we are – Bob’s your uncle!
The kiddy-winks feel all grown-up and appreciated and have settled down a treat.
Mummy – does this mean I should have a brand new, super duper, luxury four poster bed with silk sheets and integral fridge (to help stave off night starvation) – just like yours? No!?
Hummph – one rule for mice another for Fairy! It’s so unfair!
Oh well, at least it looks like my work here is done. All’s well that ends well!
Good night, Minty – good night Fairy! Good night, Monty . . . good night Fairy! Good night, Mabel, night night Auntie Fairy . . . good . . . night, Marm . . . zzzzz
Another Mouse Tale today.
You can follow this ongoing story starring Fairy and her friends, Minty and Monty, as well as other magical characters, by going to the Index page and selecting the Blog Posts from the Mouse Tales Category list. The Tales are also to be found in HELLO! Fairy magazine and the Special Souvenir Supplement. These are free pdf downloads.
Here’s Fairy with today’s tale.
Now then Monty pay attention. If I can prise you away from Minty for five minutes, we have to think about your future. When you are married you will need an income. You can’t expect Minty to run a home and everything on fresh air! I realise Minty will continue with her modelling career but you will need to provide for her and make arrangements for a pension too. And one day there could be Baby Mice . . . they will be very expensive, what with employing a Nanny Mouse, and then there is their education!
Anyway, I have had a very interesting chat with Minty’s parents. It looks like there could be an opportunity in the Rt Hon Plantagenet’s Big-Cheese Factory for a dynamic young executive type mouse. We are going over there first thing tomorrow morning for an exploratory chat. Well, after breakfast that is.
The next day . . .
It is very good of you, Mr Plantagenet sir, to help Monty take his first step up the ladder of success. Your Cheese Factory is a fascinating and profitable business. I can see now where you made your millions – but I didn’t realised there was money to be made in cheese. All that pressing talk gives me a churning feeling. I am more of a specialist in the Salad market don’t you know.
Gosh! Are all those mice part of your workforce? Goodness, I had no idea what a huge concern it was.
Now that the Rt Hon Big-Mouse has shown you the ropes here on the factory floor Monty, we’ll show you round the offices and get you fitted up with some work wear. You’ll need overalls, boots, hat and gloves for a start. This cheese making can be messy business.
Thanks very much Mr Plantagenet, sir. I’ll make sure Monty is here bright and early on Monday morning to strengthen the cheesy team!
The Big-Mouse Cheese Factory – hummph, that sign will need altering! The ‘Fairy, Big-Mouse and Son-in-law, Cheese Factory’ sounds about right!
Christmas was a very special time for Fairy. Not only was it her first Christmas ever, it was also a time of giving of gifts and receiving surprise presents in return! The highlight of her day was Christmas Dinner. Mr Bear joined Fairy for a not quite traditional meal.
Oh yummy! Look at my Christmas Salad, Mr Bear! It looks lovely. Those cakes are probably quite tasty too, are you going to try one?
This leafy stuff is my favourite! Nom, nom, nom . . .
Nom! Oh! Where DID it all go? Can we get seconds do you know?
Please Note: Although she ate quite a lot, Fairy did not eat ALL the salad on her plate. Guinea Pigs should be fed a balanced diet including fresh food, hay and pellets.
Bears should not be fed knitted cakes.
Although, like most guinea pigs, Fairy’s favourite pastime is eating she is also very aware of the importance of exercise. And what could be better than combining the two!
Fairy’s little hay tin contains some chopped ‘special blend’ hay. Each ‘Push Up’ results in a small treat! The perfect combination!
What a great game!
Fairy took Minty to choose her wedding dress the other day. Plans are well under way for ‘The Wedding Of The Year’. The invitations will be in the post any day – look out for yours!
Here’s Fairy to take us through the proceedings.
Morning, Mr Bear. It is so kind of you to offer to make Minty’s wedding dress. We spotted some of your marvellous creations when we went up to London. You are so talented! We want nothing but the best for Minty.
Come along now, Minty, behave yourself!
Yes, this is a gorgeous fabric, this cotton matches perfectly.
This is a beautiful shade too . . . pale pink, just like my ears!
. . . what do you think, Minty?
Haha! You look so funny in THAT!
Well now, that is divine too . . .
. . . and this pale blue is so pretty! Is it pure silk do you know?
Oh! Oh! Oh! I am going to . . . SNEEZE! Atichoo! S’cuse me!
Yeees . . . . it is quite lovely as well.
Hum . . . those ribbons would tone in perfectly too.
What do you reckon, Mr Bear?
The shade suits your fur colouring so well.
Hang on! I’ll ask Mum – Muuuuum! do you like it?
And, more importantly, what do YOU think?
Let’s try it on then!
Oh my whiskers! Just look at you! Mr Bear, you are a clever tailor!
You look simply amazing, Minty!
I think I’ll just have a nap while you do all the measurements and things, Mr Bear.
Minty, you are going to be the most beautiful bride I have ever seen!
Monty is a very lucky little mouse!
Fairy is usually a very clean piggy but occasionally she gets ‘kebab toes’. Grubby little paws from paddling though ‘unmentionables’. If she washes herself with these ‘gloves’ she resembles a tiger with her pig-made stripes. Very un-Fairy-like!
It isn’t quite as pleasant cuddling a piggy with grubby toes and stripy fur – especially if she is a little smelly!
A soak in the bath and a Fairy sized nail brush are required to remove these baked on gloves. A good wash with some Gorgeous Guineas shampoo, Fairy favours Posh’n’Go, and she is back to her usual spick and span self once more.
What a lovely day.
Hum . . . . is something wrong?
Oh! You are looking at my ‘gloves’!
I’ll hide them!
A couple of hours later . . . . .
They’ve gone! I have had my bath.
Look! Thanks to Gorgeous Guineas Shampoo I’m all clean
and shiny now and my toes are just like new!