Dear Diary.....

I am the Queen of Fairies...Yet why am I always seen as some kind of hostess?

I live in a Magical Forest. Not a travelling inn for people. I prefer my privacy.

Why just the other day, this young man came to my hut, knocking on my front door until I was forced to open it with a frown. 

I live inside a knothole of an Baby Oak Tree. He just so happened to be taller than that Baby Oak Tree

Not to mention, he looked weird as well.

Dressed in odd looking leather armor that offer zero protection. And that badge on his coat.

Who the h*ll in their right mind would put a target right over their heart? I don't care if it's a fancy color of blue, white, and red rings and dots, he's just asking to be hit by something.

Personally, it looked silly.

I wanted to get back to my tea and cake. So I asked him what he wanted.

The young man told me he was lost. He got ambushed by German Fighter planes and crash landed in this region. He was looking for the way to the nearest Allied Airbase of this Western Front he kept mentioning.

He would look at me, as if I would understand or sympathize.

I didn't really.

Maybe he honestly wanted to pick a fight with this fairy queen... because he told me where his Sopwith Triplane plane crashed into.

Right on top of my Petunia Garden.

....................

I asked for his name.

The pilot gave me a smile and told me.

Raymond Collishaw of the Royal Naval Air Service, Canadian Division.

I smiled back, and answered:

Get that piece of burning cr*p off my lawn.

つづく