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Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Fairy dust, pixie dust, Tinkerbell’s flying dust... We’ve known about that sparkling magic stuff almost since the crib. Few grown-ups understand: Sir James Barrie seems to be the first to have recorded the phenomenon, Elsie Wright and Frances Griffiths saw the fairies as children (but, of course, denied it as adults).
But did you ever think about where fairy dust comes from? It’s quite a hard-to-find resource. It can only be mined on the coldest of days in winter, and is protected by the evil forest of Su-mac.
It must be devined by a red-dog, she who wields the mystic rod and chases dust-bunnies to their lairs.
Beyond the reaches of the shadows of the forest, where windows open in the rarest of winter suns, where no creature has even softly trod, lie the precious crystals.
Shhh! The fairy miners must not be disturbed or they won’t be able to gather enough to last until next year.