Magic Powers

I possess magical powers. I’m convinced I do. I’ll tell you why. Back in the beginning that slippery customer suggested that she eat one of my kind. There she was, completely in the nuddy, has a decent bite, and then she and her fella are evicted. Not their fault! Apparently we weren’t to be eaten, but if that’s the case, why were there loads of us, ripe and ready to drop?

Then there’s that lass who would only marry a bloke who could beat her in a foot race. Well, he cheated, as he got one of the gods to create solid gold versions of us. Then bloke dropped them when she got too close, to distract her, won the race, and the lass’s hand.

Next big event for our kind was when that mathematician sat in the shade of our main branches. It was a sunny day and he’s been working hard at his maths. So there he was, just about nodding off. However, it was around August, and one of us fell off. I don’t know if he had a sore head, but he came up with one of his formulas as a result of one of us hitting his head.

Hmn? What else can I tell you? Well there was this bloke who liked writing music. And..our kind has lots of variety, just like humans, and …well…he noticed some of our varieties were becoming more difficult to find. So he deliberately sourced some of them, and planted them in his fields….he had a farm. Thus saving varieties from becoming extinct. I wonder if he wrote any music dedicated to us?

There’s so much more I could tell you, about a princess, doctors, favourite deserts, being parts of eyes. However, I’ve found myself bobbing along, but am headed for a pressing engagement. It could drive you to drink.