Translation of Wen Hairy Met Tarry

Somebody suggested I write the tale using the correctly spelled words because my story (below here in the Homophone contest) is simply too distracting to understand with homophones. Hope you will take a peek!! When Harry Met Terry Once upon a time in a wood, a very nice prince named Harry met in the mist, high on the bough of a tree, a fairy named Terry. The fairy felt low, for he was weak, and he was in need of some meat. He bawled, “Woe is me. I can’t even stand here on my own two feet! My poor heart is breaking, and I’m in pain. The last time that I ate was days ago. You see, I’m in a haze and do not feel so great.” I perish and long for wine and ham. Even better would be lamb! But I would settle for a piece of bread with some sweet berry jam.” Prince Harry knew he had some mints, some Tic Tacs that were in the pair of new red jeans he wore. He took them out and waved them in the air. “Licorice too I have right here!” Prince Harry told the fairy. “It’s not much, but please do eat. Later on, we’ll dine and make merry.” Prince Harry placed the fairy Terry on his pale white horse. Then away the royal with the fairy hastened on his homeward course. All day long they rode and rode. When the fairy started to groan. Suddenly, from the horse, both the man and fairy were thrown. Hungrily, they paced beneath the setting sun and through the night. They pressed on until morning. Harry’s residence came into sight. Prince Harry’s wife had supper ready, and she’d made a pie. From utter happiness, the fairy thought that he might die. She heated up their food for them. They both had grown so pale! She listened as the fairy Terry told his tragic tale. . . of how he’d lost his way and, for food, had not one crumb until her dear spouse rescued him. At last, his prince had come!