A Midsummer Night's Hangover.
A Midsummer Night Hangover
Once upon a time!!!
Peaseblossom was fed up. She sat on a rather damp toadstool in the cool morning mist with her head in her hands. She really should have gone a lot easier on the honeydew but it had been a trying night.
Her diaphanous frock was insufficient protection against the chill morning air and her wings ached from over exertion.
What was that song the humans sang? ‘Nobody Loves a Fairy When She’s Forty.’ Well she was ageless and long past that anniversary.
Titania and Oberon were at loggerheads again over some silly status symbol. OTitania had been given a blood ruby which the Fairy King wanted for his crown but Titania thought it would look better in her tiara.
When she wasn’t forthcoming Oberon, who was missing his conjugal rights tried to wheedle her round with soft soap but she was having none of it. Every time he tried it on she would summon her fairies and of course we had to go.
This went on time and again during the course of a long night by which time The Fairy King was in a filthy temper. The Fairy Queen was on adamant and all of us were utterly exhausted.
Since the incident of the Indian changeling things had gone pretty smoothly until recently but now they were back at it again.
Mind you that incident had seemed very amusing at the time Oberon’s revenge by putting drops in Tatiana’s eyes causing her to fall in love with the person she saw was one of Robin Goodfellows’ more cunning plans. The hilarious outcome had us all in stitches.
Mind you it was a bit rough on the poor unfortunate fellows who had come to the woods to practice their play for the Duke. We led them a merry dance.
Poor old Bottom, a weaver we gave an Asses’s head and crowned with a daisy chain around his long ears.
It was him that Titania saw and fell for when she woke up.
No doubt he enjoyed the V,I,P treatment lavished on him at the time but it must have been an awful let down when the Fairy Queen came to her senses but I shouldn’t think his mates will ever let him forget the incident.
Peaseblossom took another sip from her bluebell cup of honeydew. ‘I really mustn’t. Oh1 What the hell’.
She climbed down from the toadstool and tried to straighten the creases in her dress, ‘Time for bed.’ She thought. ‘Tonight will be another busy one. It is Midsummer Eve and there will be the Midsummer Ball; more dancing and fluttering about. Oh my aching feet. They say that fairies don’t age but you can tell that one to the Marines the way I feel at the moment.’
‘Morning dear’ said Mustardseed who was just passing. ‘You look like thunder. You’re getting to be real grouch these days. Liven up and I’ll tell you of what I’ve arranged for tonight. That should bring a smile to your face. I’ve got a date with Kevin, You know that elf with the ginger hair. I rather fancy him.
‘Good for you but I don’t see how that helps me.’
His mate Nigel is looking for a partner at the ball and I said I would introduce him to you.
‘That’s not that weedy one with the spots is it?’
‘No it isn’t. He’s smashing. Just like Kevin Costna’
Peaseblossom looked a lot happier. ‘I’d better get a good days sleep then. Daydeday’
Curling herself into a ball she climbed inside a half open rosebud and snuggling down she quickly drifted off into the land of nod.
And they all lived happily ever after.