Martin Millar - The Good Fairies of New York.html by Lisa

Author:Lisa [Lisa]
Language: eng
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Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

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Kerry lay on the floor drawing her comic. This was one of numerous artistic enterprises she carried out mainly for her own amusement. The comic was causing her problems. Inspired by Morag and Heather it was meant to be

about fairies, but as Kerry mainly liked to write about fairies, or people, being kind to one another, it was short on action. Morag hobbled painfully into her room.

'Morag? What's wrong?'

The fairy slumped on to a yellow cushion. She was so stiff and sore she could barely move.

Kerry did her best to make a good cup of tea. Morag loved tea but Kerry, along with the rest of New York, was lamentable at making it.

Morag told Kerry about the day's terrible events: her pursuit by the Italians, Chinese, black fairies in Central Park, and finally the MacLeods.

'How did you escape?'

'We leapt off the car and started running when suddenly we were scooped up by a person who hid us in her

shopping bag. Some time later when we poked our heads out the MacLeods were nowhere in sight. Strangely

enough, our rescuer was none other than the funny lady who had your Welsh poppy.

'She told us not to worry because she had rescued us from Carduchan tribesmen, whoever they are, and to

remember that Xenophon was the best leader of the army, in case it ever came to a vote between her and

Chirisophus the Spartan. What this means, I am unclear.'

Morag hung her head a little.

'Unfortunately she then took the poppy again.'

'What? Where from?'

'From Heather. She was bringing it for you from Dinnie.'

'How did Dinnie get it?'

Morag shrugged.

'Anyway, the stupid wee midden took it out of her sporran and started waving it about. The bag lady said that it was not fitting for mere Pelasts to be in charge of so much valuable booty and claimed it was hers by right of conquest.'

Kerry was aghast.

'It certainly gets around, this flower.'

'Oh, well,' said Kerry. 'At least you escaped.'

'Well, sort of. Except we were just turning into East 4th Street when I remarked to Heather that if any of the Italian fairies were like me, that is, well known for psychic insights, they might well be waiting for us. They were.

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They took the money back. What a terrible day. I ache all over. My Indian headband is ruined. Have we got any whisky?'

Morag sipped her drink.

'It was nice seeing Heather, though. Till we argued.'

' "Tullochgorum" again?'

Morag shook her head.

'Not at first. She accused me of deliberately putting my feet in her face in Magenta's shopping bag. Stupid besom.

I was only trying to get comfy. Then she said no wonder the Mac-Phersons couldn't play strathspeys properly if they all had such big feet to worry about. Completely uncalled for. After that we argued about "Tullochgorum".

Then the incident with the poppy happened and I threatened to kill her for losing your flower. It really was a terrible day.'

Magenta trundled on. She was satisfied with the day's events.

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