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Journey Home.
On my way over to England, I flew with the firm Ryan Air. It was an hour and a half’s flight the seats next to me were empty and I settled back, closed my eyes and hoped to get a little sleep. Stanstead Airport is a very large place and one must walk quite a way to the Custom control and exit point. I wanted to be ready for this long tiring walk. A stewardess awoke me she was selling hot drinks from a small trolley. I myself did not want anything to drink and was rather surprised to hear a well-known voice ask for a cup of tea. My friend Shamus the Irish Leprechaun was sitting next to me. I had not heard Shamus as he arrived and sat next to me. I did not ask him how he had arrived at the aeroplane. I would have heard something like he travelled through the electricity from a wireless or television set to a satellite and then down through the navigation system into the aircraft.

Walking to the customs and exit point where one must show one’s passport is as I have said is a very tiring walk for an elderly man. I must admit Shamus used magic to transport us both to the customs and passport. The passport inspector looked at my passport and waved me on. Shamus he did not even see. Leaving the airport I took a taxi into London to a hotel near Oxford Circus. Shamus remained invisible until I reached my room. We have work to do, I am here on Behalf of Her Majesty Queen Feeana. There is a well-known picture in the London Tate Gallery that Her Majesty wants us to have a look at. A man named Constable many years ago painted the picture and one of the London Fairies reports that if one looks very hard one will find two fairies trapped in the picture. I am to free them, I hope with your help.

The next day I with Shamus went to the National Gallery near Trafalgar Square. We soon found the picture we were looking for, it is called The Hay Wane. A seat conveniently placed in front of the very large picture invited us to take our place. We looked and looked I saw many things that one did not see with a casual glance. Studying the picture showed many, many details no fairies were to be seen. Either the artist had hidden them so well or there were no fairies painted into the picture. We spent all day looking for the fairies. We had no joy we found no fairies. It was then that Shamus told me that he would stay all night to watch the picture. Perhaps the fairies would show themselves in the dimness of the evening shadows.

I went back to my hotel and ordered a meal, a drink at the bar and I went tiredly to my room. I slept like a child for about five hours. Shamus woke me and taking my hand whoosh we were off on another magic trip. The fact that I was in a pair of bright red pyjamas did not bother Shamus. I was once again in the Tate Gallery. Dim lighting showed the picture of the Hay Wane in a totally different light, I too saw the fairies. Carefully painted in the hay were two sweet looking young fairies, Shamus and I freed the fairies by using magic. No the picture was not damaged we were very careful not to damage what is a wonderful picture that has and will bring very much pleasure to many, many people from all over the world. Shamus sent me back to my hotel and he himself went with the fairies to Dartford Heath where Her Majesty was waiting to see them. Two day later I flew back to Austria very tired, I was happy to have been of help to Shamus and two more fairies are back in Fairyland where they belong. I do not think that Constable painted the Fairies purposely in his picture I think that the fairies flew too close to the canvas and were caught accidentally by the artists brush. If you go to any gallery or even a house with many paintings do have a good look in the old days many fairies were painted into pictures perhaps you too may free one or two fairies yourselves.