Mid-Summer Night Dream

Once upon a time in the land of the Hobbits, Fili was annoyed. He wanted excitement. He was the youngest of the twelve dwarves, Dressed in a blue cloak and sporting a yellow beard, He entered into his tree house in an angry mood. Up in the attic he sat on a stool and pondered. That night all fairyland would celebrate The great feast of Midsummer. And everyone Would parade his oft practiced skills. Alas Fili had nothing spectacular to show. In the dim light of the attic he spied a shine. Fili had the best eyesight and somehow knew There below the cupboard lay an alexandrite lode. It shone and magic oozed out of it. What could it be? He grabbed it and saw A parchment with strange signs he could not understand. Yet in the bottom was written so very clear: Use me to fly, turn, swirl, but you must Understand the signs or suffer you will. A Catherine wheel opened the feast lightning the glen. Immediately thousands upon thousands of fireflies Flew around and illuminated the open grassy space. Elves brought in the beer, sweetmeats, firewater. The Firstborns danced around the Maypole, Frog dances abounded as elves escorted the Fairy Queen To her elaborated decorative throne. She smiled And after a while she clapped her hers, and amid the clapping She gave the sign that the much sought contest can start. To be continued