The End of a Tale

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I told today's elf tale to my dragons this morning. One went and hid in the closet and the other two turned their back on me. But my nice little monkey listened and even smiled. In the morning I read a bit. In the afternoon Betty and I worked on the latest E-Bay stuff. We weighed it , pictured it, and I posted it. It took much longer than I expected. So I didn't make it through all my links. I'll get to the rest in the morning. Now I need a breathing treatment.
GBYA

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The End of a Tale

For those of you who have been reading the elf tale of Magearth today it ends.
As you, of course, remember Magearth is in the middle of a crisis. The laws of magic by which the planet has lived forever are failing. Spontaneous magic is happening, illnesses are becoming spell resistant, magic creatures are dying, and most horrible of all pigs fly.
Each magic community has responded on its own way. Humans are waiting for the Creator to bring Reconstruction which they are now sure will happen soon. Fairies are having a big party and pretending nothing is wrong, ogres are bashing more heads sand hitting harder.
Inside the elf community All Gorey has proposed the outhouse theory. He maintains that the poop belt circling the earth has become so thick that it is reflecting back stray magic. This stray magic is causing all the trouble.
Since his original brainblog All Gorey has appeared on most of the daily Dreamscopes. He has argued these are desperate times and they need desperate measures. All who was once the First assistant to the head of the Elf Council has proposed the following:
1. Magic be rationed to one act a month.
2. A world government be created with all magic creatures involved.
3. A magic police force be formed.
4. Anybody using more magic than their ration would be turned into a rock.
It seemed obvious to him that the magic communities need to give up freedom for survival.
So a Great Council was called made up of the heads of all the magic councils. The fairies announced they would give up no freedom as did the Leprechauns . They would fight any attempt to enslave them. Humans said if you just wait the Reconstruction will come. But the Elves announced that it was the only way and since they were the most powerful group on Magearth they would force the others to comply if it was necessary.
It seemed as if the planet of peace and joy was on the verge of something it never had, WAR.
What would happen if beings began zapping each other with powerful magic spells? Some felt that it would increase the amount of magic being reflected back a thousand fold and destroy all life on the planet. All Gorey said that was a risk that had to be taken to save the planet. The head ogre said why use magic. Just get a good club and bash heads.
Trying to avert this tragedy one last Great Council was called.After hours of debate it seemed clear that no peaceful resolution was possible. The opponents of the elves were just too stubborn or too stupid to change.
However, just before the High Council broke up and the WAR began a very old ogre named Bmud asked to be heard. He had no standing. He was not on a council. He was old. He was an ogre . There was no reason to hear him. But the High Council was in no hurry to go to war so it allowed him to speak.
“ It seems to me “, he said. “ That all you magic people could get together and use your magic so this poop belt would absorb and not reflect. It just seems to me that would be easier than fighting each other.”
There was silence in the room. The solution was so simple why hadn’t it come to them before. Now the question is should they act on it since it came from an ogre. Everybody knows their brains are in their feet. How will it look in the history books that the dumbest being on Magearth saved the planet. All Gorey insisted his way was the better way.
That’s when the head leprechaun said “ If this idea had come from an elf we would have acted on it already. Are we going to lose the planet because the wrong being thought?”
The rest, of course is history. The Great Council gathered the best magic people. They changed the poop belt to make it absorb and that was that.
There was no more spontaneous magic.
There were no more spell resistant diseases.
Creatures stopped dying.
And best of all pigs lost their wings.
Magaearth was back the way it had always been.
Now this story has a clear moral.
Even ogres can have a good idea now and then.

News from Pigeon Falls
-The little town in my basement where the trains still run, dragons fly, and life is back to normal.
The new museum had its grand opening today. People were surprised to find a three foot white rabbit standing in the entry room and winking at them when they came in. Tommy Uk and Mrs. Trumble had donated their mechanical rabbit to the museum. People loved it.
The Grand Opening went off perfectly. There were no ghosts , monk like, or otherwise. Every room was ready.
In the Petrovich room people could see driblets in Coptic and the translation of the same. There were books on the history of the great Russian monk and copies of all the driblets translated thus far.
The history room had one copy of every “Bird Seed” and its predecessor ( Seed Potato) since February 1900. “Bird Seed” was the town paper that was published weekly and for a very short period bi-weekly. It ceased publication in 1991. If you want the small town gossip of years ago it’s there.
Mrs.Helen Korpi from Dollar Bay won the Grand Opening prize of two $25 gift certificates. One from Wink’s and one from Kivi and Maki’s.
The Liar’s Club local contest has ended and the five finalists will be announced tomorrow. Then they will have a week to get ready with new stories.