Chapter eight, Princess Moppett's Room and Twirl. Princess Moppett commanded, she was
making the fairies learn a dance routine from me tube. Okay, not bad.
Now let's start at the beginning again. We really must get down to
business, whispered Queen Mave remember our mission. When I count three, everyone
jump on Muppet's toe. One two three jump no, no, no,
laughed Princess Moppett, looking down at the fairies perched on her foot line up
against the wall. Let's start again, Sirarah tried another tactic. Isn't it
so sad when your birthday is over and you have to wait a whole year
for your next one? Today was only my family party, replied Princess Moppett.
I'm having a bouncy castle tomorrow and my friends are coming over, and
then my cousins are coming on Sunday, she added, and then back to
school on Monday. Queen may Have said, Yes, I'm going to bring
a cake to school on Monday, and we're having a pony party in the
yard and everyone is getting a pony ride, and then I'm taking the whole
school on a boat trip, and then we're getting a bus to the cinema,
and on the way home, we're going to Chippy Max. She continued,
jumping up and down with excitement. Queen may have rolled her eyes to
the ceiling in despair. Gosh, she really is spoilt, whispered Sara.
There is no way she's going to cry tonight. How about we try funny
stories to see if we can make her cry with laughter. Good thinking,
said Queen Mave. I told you we should have brought an onion. She
glanced at King Dagda. On special occasions the hairs let us ride them around
the field, began Zarara. One time, it was Gracious's birthday and the
march hare came to give us spins. She ran faster and faster in circles,
and Gracious got dizzy and fell off straight into a cow pat She paused
to see the effect. Ha ha, that's funny. Princess Moppett fell back
on the bed. Tell me more fairy stories another time, continued Zararah.
Gracious was a bit tired and mixed her colors wrong and painted a brown rainbow.
More more, Princess Moppett demanded no more funny stories about me, thank
you, said Gracious. Shall I tell her the one about the Christmas Fairy,
Sararah suggested, glancing nervously at King Dagda. King Dagda immediately went into
a grump and a little dark gray cloud appeared over his head. Please don't,
yes do, said Queen Mave. This is an emergency. It is
a really funny story, thought Sarara, but we don't usually tell it in
front of the king. Sararah began. It was late at night in December.
Lady Alice, the Christmas Fairy was due to arrive with the Christmas Magic.
It had just started snowing, which was a sign that she was about
to arrive. The Christmas Fairy is quite posh, and everyone always makes an
effort when she visits. King Dagda had washed all his clothes and hung them
above an enormous fire to dry. He was cooking up a feast that included
his famous double roast potatoes. He tied on an old flowery apron that used
to belong to Queen Maeve and started the washing up. The kitchen was piled
high with used pots and pans. There were vegetable peelings everywhere. If he
timed it right, the dinner would be cooked. And the clothes dried.
When he had finished clearing up, then the potatoes caught on fire. He
opened the door, whipped them out of the oven, and threwed them outside
The burning pan landed on a bag of recycling, which burst into flames.
The worker mice got of fright and charged out of the door. They circled
the fire, trying to snatch bites out of the burning potatoes. King Dagda
rushed out and danced around in the gusty snowstorm, throwing buckets of water on
the fire, chasing the mice, trying to herd them back into the safety
of the kitchen. At that exact moment, the Christmas Fairy arrived in an
explosion of green and red sparkles, expecting to be met with the usual glass
of sparkling elder flower and a tiny cheesy swirl. Instead, she was greeted
by the shocking sight of a strange, crazy looking creature with a large mop
of icy tangled hair. It was scantily dressed in a tiny flowery apron that
didn't even cover its snowy white bare bottom. It was doing some sort of
evil dance around a blazing fire with some wild mice. She was sure it
was a wicked, rude elf doing a curse on King Dagda. She charged
after him, firing spells at the evil bottom with her wand every time a
spell hit its target, King Dagda screeched, leapt high in the air,
and ran in faster circles, frightening the Christmas Fairy even more Luckily, Queen
may have arrived just in time to sort things out and avoid any serious injuries.
She was in her finest purple velvet robe and crown for the visit,
and was horrified to see King Dagda making a show of himself. Princess Moppet
was in hysterics again again, she cried. Zararah was also rolling around on
the bed with a fit of giggles. King Dagda's face was red and the
gray cloud above his head was rumbling and thundering. Shall I tell you the
one about the naughty elf that King Dagda found asleep in his bed after Gracious's
party, Sararah said, when she had caught her breath, no, shouted
Princess Moppet the Christmas Fairy again again. On the third time, Princess Mobbat
was so out of control, laughing and trying to catch her breath. Sarah
thought she was going to explode, but then she noticed a tear glistening in
the corner of her eye.