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!!!!

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Oh, We Do Like To Be Beside The Seaside – Episode 2

Meanwhile – back at the beach.

 

SQUEAK – Sssssh, keep the noise down chaps and chapesses. We don’t want to rouse the ‘sleeping beauty’ from her slumbers just yet, do we?

 

Asleep? Moi? Oh no . . . I was just resting my eyes a bit.

 

Now where was I? Oh yes, time for some organised Fairy-Fun and games.

 

The Rev Mr Bear wins the ‘Deckchair sitting-on’ competition with another personal best.

 

Well, that’s enough ‘fun and games’ malarkey for the moment – it’s time for a huge slap-up pignic. Hope it’s not sand-wiches!

 

‘Tis a well known fact . . . munch . . . that food tastes even better when . . . chomp . . . eaten out of doors.

 

Hummmph – just a moment, is this all there is? I thought Mummy was joking when she mentioned the ‘diet’ word. Looks like a case of Salad Distribution Malfunction to me.

 

Goodness that was close – watch-out for low flying seagulls everyone!

 

Excuse me Primrose ma’am - you couldn’t send one of your flunky type mousies to the nearest ‘All things Bright & Munchable’ Food Emporium for a hearty top-up or two could you?

 

The main problem with all this jolly holiday spirit is that people loose all their inhibitions and begin to act out of character. Not that you would notice any differences in Monty and Minty, hehe!

 

Marigold!!!!! Put the Rev Mr Bear’s sherry down. Oh you already have!

 

Right, that’s it! Time for a little ‘Life on the Ocean Wave’ type activity to take everyone’s mind off the Sherry.

 

Yes Sir, I do appreciate that it might be a little futile in the Rev Mr Bear’s case.

 

Luckily his recovery rate is very rapid these days.

 

Woo Hoo – ‘We are sailing. We are sailing . . .’

 

. . . and the winner of the ‘Most Mousies crammed into a boat Award’ goes to . . .

 

MEEEEE! Well, who do you think stuffed them all in there?

 

Budge-up Marigold – time to play Pirates.

Avast m’hearties, shivver m’timbers, standby to board and other swashbuckling type utterances.

 

SQUEAK – while Fairy tries to make Marigold walk the plank – we’re taking Mr Bear to the Sherry Shop for a swift top-up.

 

Episode 3, The Finale, is HERE!

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Oh, We Do Like To Be Beside The Seaside!

SQUEEK – Oh this is the life. A holiday by the sea. Peace, perfect peace. Nothing to do but relax, lots of lovely sun and no one to boss us about. What could possibly disturb this idyllic tranquillity?

 

Yoo hooooo – Mousies, don’t panic, your beloved Fairy is here.

This looks just the spot to li-lo for a while.

 

SQUEAK – Oh well, it was good while it lasted. They do say ‘Life’s a Beach’!

Looks like our holiday just started to get ‘interesting’.

 

What’s all this then? Oh no, no, no. We can’t have itsy bitsy little undersized sand pies cluttering-up the beach now can we?

 

Right, everyone pay attention and everything. There has been far too much slacking going on.

 

And, more importantly, it has come to my notice that the sand pies on this here beach are far too small.

If we are going to win the inaugural Fairy’s Biggest Sand Castle on the Beach competition, there will need to be some changes.

 

SQUEAK – well this one looks plenty big enough to me – I can hardly see over it.

 

SQUEAK – resistance is futile!

When Fairy has a ‘Big Idea”, it’s a lot quicker and certainly an awful lot quieter, just to let her get on with it.

 

Hummmph – very artistic, but we need it to be much, much, MUCH bigger!

 

Goodness, that was quick. Better, but still not quite the ticket.

 

Oh I see the problem here. You can’t reach up any higher.

 

Well luckily for you, Sir Plantagenet Big-Mouse is here to lend his mighty paw.

 

Oh I do hope he gets a move on – it must be nearly snack time.

 

Finished? Brilliant! About time too.

 

It was lucky I had arranged for Sir Plantagenet Big-Mouse and Primrose to show you the way.

And now it’s time for the grand prize giving ceremony.

 

Ahem – it gives one great pleasure to declare ME the winner of the highly prestigious Fairy’s . . .

 

Ooooh – what’s this bit for?

 

Obviously I really do know of course – just checking that you are on the ball young Buster m’lad.

 

Ah yes – clearly, it is a super duper, 5 star luxury extra-cosy beach apartment Sand Castle for entertaining A-List celebrities.

 

You can all carry on doing whatever I might require you to be doing – and be quick about it.

 

I’ll just rest my eyes for a few min . . . zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

 

SQUEAK – phew, that worked jolly well. Let’s enjoy a bit of peace, while it lasts.

Give us a kiss!

Don’t miss ‘Oh, We Do Like To Be Beside The Seaside, Episode 2

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Fairy Packs It In!

Right then my adoring fans, after weeks of eager anticipation it’s time to put aside all those brochures and for Mr Bear and me to set off on our jolly holidays.

There’s just the small matter of the packing left to do.

 

So Mr Bear, I hope you have been following my carefully written instructions to the letter?

 

I have been rushing about all day getting my things together. What precisely have you got ready?

 

Oh – just the Bear Essentials?!! I might have known!!

 

Actually I didn’t really have to do all that much running around – my willing army of Mousie helpers have been a little less pesky than usual today. They got all my everythings ready while I had a light snack and a snooze, and another not quite so light snack and a snooze and . . .

 

So let’s see how well they have done.

 

Glad they remembered the chairs – you never know when you might need a nice sit down and a cuppa.

 

I’ll just check there’s sufficient beds – 1, 5, 17, 8, 23 – Oh yes, that seems just about perfect.

 

Deckchair, spare blankie, emergency wheeled cart with integral helping hand device . . .

 

Steam Iron, to keep my fur coats all smooth and crease free . . . tra, la, laaaaa.

 

That all looks to be in order. Well done me. I simply need to pack everything into this capacious traveling portmanteau, then, it’s off we go.

 

What? Why are you all looking at me like that?

 

No problem with the packing. All you need is a little bit of Fairy Magic.

 

Hold tight Mr Bear – oh do leave those Duty Frees alone – we’re off!

Keep a look out for my Holiday Postcards.

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The Mousies Find Fairyland!

The endlessly interesting thing about being surrounded by lots and lots of pesky mousie type babes is – they are very inquisitive critters who are always asking lots of deep and meaningful questions. Mostly concerning cheese it must be said, but occasionally something a little more profound. This morning I was visited by a very earnest young mousie, called Ernest.

Morning Ernest – what’s that? You want to know where Fairyland is? Oh my, this could take some time! Gather all your friends together and we’ll organise a search party.

Now then settle down everywhere and do try to sit still. All your excited whizzing about is making my head go all puffly! Young Ernest here wants to know where Fairyland is and so today we are all going to find out.

First of all, you will need to seek advice and guidence from the Great Piggy from On High – Big Winnie.

Right, you stay here all safe and sound while I, at great personal risk and inconvenience, go and ask Big Winnie the way . . . . . .

Goodness – it does look a very, very long way up there – I might need a little err, help.

Thanks Daddy, now where was I? Oh yes – I call upon you Big Winnie and your boundless insights and wisdom, to help us with our quest.

What was that? We must all be potty??!!!

The Mousies have their first clue and so are quickly scampering off to search diligently among the multitude of fancy pots on Mummy’s kitchen shelves.

Hummm – Fairyland might well be there – but it might also be . . .

Found in a surprise card from a much loved friend. Or . . .

wrapped up tight in your cosiest of dreams.

But this isn’t helping the Mousies now is it – where have they got to I wonder?

The Store Cupboard!

Any signs of Fairyland in here? No? Well perhaps you are looking in the wrong place.

Fairyland must be very, very BIG. It won’t all fit in a cupboard – perhaps you had all better go look for it outside in the wide open spaces of the garden.

I’ll have a quick look in the fridge and check among the contents of the salad drawer while you go see.

SQUEAK – Gosh this looking everywhere is brilliant fun.

SQUEAK – I bet this cave is the entrance to Fairyland – after you!

SQUEAK – Everyone know’s magical things happen inside an egg – so it must be in this nesting-box here!

Humph – nothing!!! Let’s go back inside and pester Auntie Fairy for the answer.

Oh, I see, you searched everywhere, inside and out and still couldn’t find it?

Well my little Quester Mousies – the answer was here all the time!

Fairyland is everywhere!

You just need to believe in magic, share you goodness and love and hey presto – it’s there! Even more importantly – so are you.

And at this precise moment, Fairyland is due to be found in my scritches and a very large snackette. Giddy-up Daddy!

See you soon XXX

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