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Just Toys.
Contributed by
bernard2
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Wednesday, 3rd August 2005 @ 03:32:30 AM in AEST
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Along the high street there is a small toyshop. The man who owns the shop is really a Leprechaun. He is small and has a cheerful but lined old face. Whenever a customer comes into the shop he always greets pleasantly and strange though it may seem no one leaves the shop without having bought some toy or other. The toys are all over the shop and some are even piled up on top of each other. It is the right place for any child that is looking for something special.
All of the toys are for sale and the prices are ridiculously cheap. There is no order in the shop, which is half workroom, and half shop. All the toys are made by the Leprechaun who uses materials of magic leather and magic wood his paints he gets from the Fairies they too are magic. It does not matter if a child puts one of these toys in its mouth or not none are harmful.
All toys are made to suit each child’s needs. One of his toys is a small wooden box painted in various colours, in the box is a stone that always feels warm to the touch. This toy is really a comforter it is given to children that for one reason or another feel sad. This stone, like all of the toys has been touched by a Magic wand given to the Leprechaun for his services to the Fairy Children over the years. Queen Feeana herself had made the wand that was just for children’s toys.
No child was ever turned away and the Leprechaun gave those children that did not have any money for a toy a penny so that they too may buy and have one of the toys to call their own. I went into the shop one day I was curious I had often seen the shop and the little old man that made the toys but having no children myself I had never been inside the shop.
As I entered the Leprechaun got up from his work bank and asked me what I would like. I said, “I am just looking.” This seemed to satisfy him and he went back to working on his toy. I looked and looked there was so much to see, so many toys all small each could fit into a trouser pocket or into a girls purse. Then I saw the toy that I had secretly wanted all of my life. It was a donkey hanging on string; when one slackened the string the Donkey went all flop and looked like a mass of legs and tail with its head bobbing.
I remembered having one of these when I was small but while shopping with my Mother I had dropped it and it went under the wheels of a bus. My Mother had looked high and low for another one to replace mine but there was no such toy to be had anywhere in our town. I asked the Leprechaun what the toy cost, “One Penny,” came the answer with a smile on his face. I could not believe my ears, “One penny,” I said, “That is very cheap,” He smiled and said, “Nothing in his shop was over one penny.” I placed the dog in my pocket and paid the one-penny that had been asked for when the Leprechaun said. “ You have just bought yourself a pennies worth of dreams. Good day to you.”
I thought his remark was strange but thought no more about it. The dog is now sitting on my desk at work, People often ask me where I had managed to buy such a dog, most had seen one like it as children but they have gone out of mode now and were not to be seen in the shops.
My Niece came to stay for a week the other day and she was not very happy for she had forgotten her favourite doll at home. I tried to cheer her up but I could see that she was sad and so I suggested that we go to the toyshop. I thought it was so interesting and there were so many different toys to be seen that she must like it and want one of the toys. As we went into the shop the little man got up from his workbench and smilingly he asked us what our wish was.
My Niece had no shy and I could see that the two of them were on the same level. He smiled a knowing smile and reaching into a huge pile of toys he brought forward a Fairy doll. The doll was dressed in a dress of gold and in her hand she held a wand. The toy was exquisitely made and my Niece fell for it straight away. “How much,” I asked and the same answer as when I had bought my dog. “One penny,” I paid the penny and as we were leaving the shop he called after us,”You have just bought yourself a pennies worth of dreams.”
That night after my niece had gone to bed I sat by the fire listening to a music program on my wireless. I was listening to a piece of music from Brahms. I felt my eyes closing and soon was in a dream. My niece was in her bed and I watched her for a while she was talking to the Fairy toy that we had bought. Suddenly the Fairy toy raised her arm the one with magic wand and a trail of sparks came from the tip of the wand and my Nieces doll was sitting on the pillow of her bed. I thought that this was impossible it was only a toy and I must be seeing things.
The following morning when my Niece came down to breakfast she had her favourite doll in her hand. Where did she come from I asked my niece. Yesterday you had forgotten her and left her at home. My Niece just smiled and said, ”You would not understand Uncle Bernard.” I did not tell her about my dream of the Fairy, I called into the toyshop on my way to work and spoke to the Leprechaun. I told him of my dream and of how my Niece now had her doll, which she had forgotten. He smiled and said, “Do you remember my last words as you both left the shop. I told you that you had just bought a Pennies worth of dreams,” This is a true story and if you too look carefully in your home town you too might find this shop. Just keep on looking one day you will surely find it like I did.
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bernard2
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Re: Just Toys.
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by MorningDove on
Wednesday, 3rd August 2005 @ 04:07:30 AM AEST
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Oh wow, Bern. This is such a lovely story. I had to call Phoenix and read it to him on the phone. For some reason I couldn't wait till the weekend. He was so happy. There is so much magic in this world. Once just has to believe in it before it can happen. This left such a warm loving magical penny in my heart.
Hugs to you and Martha,
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Re: Just Toys.
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by Bruce on
Wednesday, 3rd August 2005 @ 07:21:00 AM AEST
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| Fantastic, you should write a book. |
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Re: Just Toys.
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by brew on
Wednesday, 3rd August 2005 @ 09:25:21 AM AEST
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Magnificent.! I loved it. Toys, and dolls, and then more to it than one really knows. Yes, we all can have what you wrote about....if one takes the time. Yah! Great post........always a pleasure to read.!
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Re: Just Toys.
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by vibes2go on
Wednesday, 3rd August 2005 @ 02:28:37 PM AEST
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| great job!! |
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Re: Just Toys.
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by sweetangeluk on
Thursday, 4th August 2005 @ 05:47:24 AM AEST
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My angels heart beats strong awaiting tales of magical bliss.
Simply wonderful
Love Angelxxx |
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