A Bus Load Of Flowers!

Now then Pixie my old fruit. Kinda peace-able in these here parts of late. It’s been very quiet – too quiet some would say. Happen there’s a storm blowing in to town. Either that or a double decker bus.

Between you, me and the salad bowl, I think there may be a very special delivery on it’s way. I overheard Daddy on the telephone the other day arranging for some very romantic Flowers for our Mummy. Don’t know what he did this time!

Yep – and here it is now – bang on time! Looks to have lots of passengers on it too. Must be another coach party of tourists.

Err . . . excuse me, sorry to be a bother and everything, but is this the marvellous land of magic we have heard wondiferous tales of – where the famous Fairy lives?

Oh Pansy, I think we must be at the right stop, it all looks super duper lovely.

It does too Daisy. I wonder if the catering type salad bar establishment is open for business.

Well, maybe we are a little earlier than expected. It would appear that lunch isn’t quite ready yet.

Are you sure Pansy? I’ll just clamber up onto the top deck to get a better view.

Oh Daisy, quick, come and look at this? It’s just like in all those wonderful stories. I can see mountains of salad, hay and grass, cosy cuddly beds and, oooo err . . . FAIRY? Oh WOW!

That will be little ol’ moi – and I get to be bus driver because apparently that is the pivotal starring role that really moves the plot along and everything!

C’mon you little ‘uns! All aboard, nothing to see here, time you were going. Tickets please, two halves is it? Ding ding and other highly significant and profound Bus type utterances!

Err excuse me Fairy your eminence, me and Pansy, we err, were wondering . . . seeing as we don’t have a forever home, whether it might be . . . if we could . . . maybe you could possibly see your way . . . perhaps we quite thought we might be allowed to errr, STAY HERE WITH YOU AND PIXIE. If you don’t mind too much please, thank you! What’s for tea?

DAAAAAAAAAAADDDY! When I accidentally overheard you mentioning ‘Daisy and Pansy’, I thought you meant the smelly, petal-y flower kind, not the smelly, ravenous furry sort!

What’s that? We will have to have our salad and pellet ration increased dramatically because there are two more mouths to feed???? Brilliant!!!! Welcome aboard you two – everyone off the bus please, ding, ding, hold very tight please, ding, ding again because I like saying it, this bus terminates here – you two have arrived at your destination – Fairyland.

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Fairy’s Love-Bug!

Seeing as how I am an internationally renowned superstar and everything, special days are an ideal opportunity for my legions of Fairy Fans to demonstrate their devotion. Doubly appropriate actually as it is Valentine’s Day today! Whooopeeee, and here comes the Postie.

Oh, my goodness gracious, a parcel, for me? How VERY unexpected!

 

Mmmmmmmm – brown wholemeal paper – my favourite.

 

Yes, I know, the packaging is almost as exciting to play with as the pressies.

 

Oh wowweeeee – I shall go to The Ball.

 

Now, where was I? Oh yes, munch munch, nom nom. Nearly through to the next present.

 

But oh-ho! What the heck is this tickly, spider type thing? SPIDER type thing??????? Scuse me, gangway, Fairy going for a quick hide.

 

Fairy – come back here. It’s okay. It’s an extra special Spider of Luuuuuv.

 

I knew that!

Spiders are BRILLIANT – you get eight times the cuddles!!!!!

 

Anyway, moving swiftly on . . . who sent this wonderfully wonderful wonder I wonder?

 

Extra special wowzzas! We love our super duper, fan-pigga-tastic Valenpig card, Auntie Pyretta, and we love YOU, and Vincent and Herman and Oscar and Samso and Elmo and Boris and Gomez and Frederick and all my special piggy pals everywhere xxx

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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

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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?!

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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!

 

 

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