Dearest friends,
I have a wonderous tale to relate to you. Last night, as I slept soundly in the back of my van, I was visited by the Milk Fairy.
"The Milk Fairy?" You ask. "I've heard of the Easter Bunny and the Tooth Fairy, but never a Milk Fairy."
Ahh! But maybe you have.
Each night, when all the boys and girls are sleeping, the Milk Fairy flits her butterfly wings and checks on all the bottles of milk in the land. Sometimes, when she finds a very special boy or girl, she puts a few lumps in their milk and makes it taste a bit sour - much like licking the top of a nine volt battery. Some bottles she fulls with lumps, others she puts in just a few, and most bottles she leaves just as she found them.
Now, I have been visited by the Milk Fairy, and her cousin, the Unrefridgerated Chicken Fairy, many times. Indeed, many months ago when I was in Canada I was visited by the Milk Fairy with unnerving regularity. But since leaving Canada I haven't seen much of her. Maybe I just haven't been special enough.
But I've missed my regular visits, and so I've taken to leaving my milk in an esky/cooler/chilly bin in the back of my van. Also, I do not have a fridge. Surely, I thought to myself, these warm sunny days have to encourage the Milk Fairy to come my way!
And so I was less surprised than might otherwise have been the case when this morning I tipped up my milk bottle over my cereal and not a drop came out! My, I thought, I must have been extra special yesterday! This milk is practically solid!
Indeed, I must have been extra specially special, because the milk wasn't even lumpy or vile smelling. It was just thick and congealed. Almost like yoghurt, and I do like yoghurt. So I tasted a bit, and it was actually pretty good. I shook up the milk bottle a bit to get the contents moving and managed to pour out a few heary dollops onto the cereal. Sure, breakfast was a bit heavier than normal, but entirely palatable. That was over nine hours ago now, and I haven't been even the least bit nauseous. Somehow the Milk Fairy managed to turn my milk into something closely approximating yoghurt overnight!
Sometimes magic really does happen.
