A far-out night in Far – That what must it be!
Escape from Wails was complete.
It was clear to Peter that Both contained some painful memories for Hanny; she had denied him amongst her oldest friends. He knew at this point in the narrative that he was madly in love with that fairy of fairies, yet she was playing hard to get – which is not quite as bad as playing a miserable get.
Three times she had denied him, all before he’d had the chance to let the cock grow.
At least now the Brownies were no more than the remnants of a stain on a set of old knickers. Time for some rest and relaxation.
“We need some time for rest and relaxation,” said Hanny.
“So what was all that in Both?” asked Steve.
“That was rest and recuperation,” said Hanny. “Try not to mix up R & R with R & R. It is important to know when to relax and when to recuperate. Recuperating when you should be relaxing can put a strain on the heart and lead to severe cases of migraines, boils and temper tantrums!”
“I thought R & R meant rooting and rodgering,” laughed Greg.
Again she had clearly confused her audience. There is nothing like a Goblin that is totally clear in his confusion. You only have to look at his face to see the pain.
“Never mind Greg,” continued Hanny, “we can have a real good blow out tonight! A night on the town! But watch out for the Spyders!”
There was a collective shudder from the big strong boys, facing a two headed Gloompty Fish on the Fabled Lake somewhere out the back of beyond, but a spider?
“Not a Spider – a Spyder!” corrected Hanny.
“And what, might we ask, is a Spyder?” chorused the Pixy, the Goblin and the Gnome.
“What a beautiful chorus,” said Hanny. “Now sing the main verse.”
The triumvirate paused, just long enough to convey contempt but not long enough to delay the story.
Fairy Hanny 