A CHILDREN’S STORY
Once upon a time high up in the forest roof hidden in the security of an old oak tree where the sun shone through the leaves lived a little ladybird. Her spots were as black as the night covering a little red body and with wings so full of light you could not see them and when she flew…….. Well her little body almost seemed to split in half as two tiny wings guided our ladybird to wherever her journey commanded. Our ladybirds name was Priscilla and a very special job belonged only to her in the whole of the forest kingdom. Priscilla was the Pixie Post Person and every day she would fly all the way from high up in the forest roof of the oak tree down, down to the very bottom where the forest floor was green and strewn with lichen. A little way from the gnarled stumpy bottom of the old oak tree, passed a rabbit warren and next door to Morris the moles molehill house the pixie village began. Rows and rows of big red and white spotted toadstools with small stonewalled gardens lay in wait for Priscilla the pixie post person as she went about her daily pottering posting perambulations. At the same time as Priscilla the pixie post person was flying down and round the old oak tree, Morris the mole was making a pot of nettle tea and the baby rabbits scampered outside the door of their warren, Pablo ‘the provider of pixie picnic parcels packed with poached parsnip pie products’ was having yet another tantrum. Pablo was jumping up and down and tearing at his pixie hair. His lovely white toadstool house with its red spotty roof and all the flowers in the tidy garden started to shake as Pablo’s shouting and bawling grew louder and louder. To anybody watching Pablo ‘ the provider of pixie picnic parcels packed with poached parsnip pie products’ jumping up and down, shouting so loudly in such a beautiful garden, would be scratching their heads appearing to be very pixie puzzled. Indeed the toadstool house and the flowers winked at each other because they knew what was wrong with him, it happened all the time.
“Every day’s the same.” Pablo ‘the provider of pixie picnic parcels packed with poached parsnip pie products’ held his pixie head in shaking hands. “I just cannot remember my name again.” He rubbed his tired eyes and wiped away a tear with his tiny spotted pixie handkerchief. “It has been the same every day since I was a small pixie just out of mushy naps.”
For those of you who are not pixies and do not know what mushy naps are, they are nappy’s for baby pixies and are made from the thin absorbent skins of the forest mushroom. Pablo ‘the provider of pixie picnic parcels packed with poached parsnip pie products’ as his title suggests had a very important job in the forest kingdom. He also had a very difficult problem because if he could not remember who he was every day, how could he remember what he was supposed to do? He could never remember his name and when he did he almost instantly forgot again. In the time it takes for a leaf to fall from the forest roof to the glade below his memory of who he was had gone pop until the next time another pixie would call him by name and then he might remember. However, the other pixie trying to attract Pablo ‘ the provider of pixie picnic parcels packed with poached parsnip pie products’ attention, must firstly make it very obvious that they wish to speak to him. They might do this by grabbing Pablo’s sleeve and tugging at it or by jumping up and down in front of him and shouting ‘Pablo’ very loudly indeed. As his name suggests Pablo ‘the provider of pixie picnic parcels packed with poached parsnip pie products’ held a very important position within the pixie village. It was very important that he remembered this and who he was or none of the other pixies in the entire village and beyond would receive their daily delivery of ‘pixie picnic parcels packed with poached parsnip pie products’ without which the daily comings and goings of the pixies and their lunchpix feast could not happen. This had been a problem for Pablo for ever such a long time but because he couldn’t remember he had forgotten what he should have remembered for almost most of the time, he just thought he had a new job every day. In fact it had been a problem since Pablo was apprentice to his father Percy ‘the provider of pixie picnic parcels packed with poached parsnip pie products’. Because pixies are very patient and tolerant nobody had ever had the heart to take the job away from Pablo. In any case it was very difficult because in the pixie kingdom a pixie son or daughter always had to follow in their parent’s pixie steps. Pablo’s family had been ‘providers of pixie picnic parcels packed with poached parsnip pie products’ ever since time began in the pixie kingdom. His family had packed pixie picnics with poached parsnip pie products for hundreds of generations. It was the pixie law.
This particular morning as Priscilla the pixie post person was flying down and around and down the old oak tree a meeting of great importance was taking place. The main subject on the agenda was………… yes you’ve guessed it! Pablo ‘the provider of pixie picnic parcels packed with poached parsnip pie products’ and his general failure to perform his duties.
“Now look here!” A very superior looking pixie dressed in a cloak of forest green with leaf shoes on his pixie feet stood on the mushroom stage in front of Toadstool Town Hall. “What are we going to do, picnics are not delivered properly and the productivity of our pixie perambulations throughout the whole of the pixie kingdom is in danger of complete meltdown!”
“I quite agree!” A slightly more robust pixie with a bulbous red nose coughed loudly and spat into the fire. Pixies always had fires burning in the forest in order to keep them warm because they did not wear underclothes in the winter. “I have an idea.” He coughed again. “Perhaps we should send Pablo ‘the provider of pixie picnic parcels packed with poached parsnip pie products’ out of the pixie village to see Tullulah the Fairy. If anyone can solve our problems it will be her!”
“Capital idea.” Came a chorus of voices in agreement.
All agreed that Pablo should visit Tullulah the Fairy immediately. A smaller and rather thin pixie with round spectacles perched on his nose and a pixie pencil behind his ear rushed off to tell Pablo what had been decided by the grand pixie council. Pablo ‘the provider of pixie picnic parcels packed with poached parsnip pie products’ slowly made his way out of the pixie village down past the river and on towards Tullulah the Fairy’s tiny toadstool cottage. As Pablo arrived at Tullulah’s cottage he could see that she was washing the windows with her magic cleaning wand. Tullulah had a magic wand for all occasions. Because Tullulah was a fairy she knew why Pablo had come. Fairies know everything and like angels they are very special. Tullulah was such a fairy having been blessed by the angels so what she said or did was always right. Tullulah helped other creatures and pixies in particular to understand things just that little bit better. Tullulah the Fairy did not say a word to Pablo ‘ the provider of pixie picnic parcels packed with poached parsnip pie products’ she simply waved another one of her magic wands and Pablo instantly remembered who he was only this time he would never forget again. When Pablo arrived back at Toadstool Town Hall all the pixies gathered to collect their letters and parcels from Priscilla the Pixie Post Person.
Priscilla boldly stepped forward and announced. “Letter for Pablo ‘the provider of pixie picnic parcels packed with poached parsnip pie products’.”
Pablo ‘the provider of pixie picnic parcels packed with poached parsnip pie products’ proudly stepped towards Priscilla to collect his letter. When he opened it he realised something else that was very important. A very large birthday card popped out of the envelope. It was his pixtieth birthday. If he had not been able to remember who he was as he usually did, he would have missed his birthday and been responsible for the collapse of the whole Pixie economy. In celebration of his birthday and to say thank you to all of the other pixies throughout the forest kingdom he threw a great party and invited everybody including Priscilla the Pixie Post Person and Morris the Mole but the guest of honour was of course none other than Tullulah the Fairy.
Written by Lazarus and inspired by Tullulah