The theme for this Fairy Tale prompt is to describe your Utopia and feel free to bring in all kinds of creatures you know from fairy tales. How does your Utopia look, are there rules? Is it an island (as was it in the original novel by More). Or is it a new paradise full of magic and mystery?
In a hidden section of my garden is the home of the Topies.
These fairy folk have found a special home, a utopia so to speak.
The Topies are a mixture of many fairy folk. Like humans they are fairies who have become disillusioned with their life as it was and went in search of something different.
Their founder was Marcus McClarkson who claimed to have smuggled himself on one of the first fleet ships in 1788 on their way to Australia. Marcus was a loner, a fairy with very strong opinions and one who never found himself associating with other fairy groups.
Marcus found himself on board a ship sailing up the east coast of Australia and eventually settled himself in the area I now live in. When my family moved into my house some hundred or so years ago Marcus was already living nearby. Happy in his isolation.
Human suburbia meant he had to find sanctuary and he did knowing the fairy communities that lived here viewed him with suspicion but accepted him as he was after all one of them.
Today Marcus’ disciples inhabit the space between my place and my neighbour. A narrow piece of land, well disguised and private, which suits the Topies very well.
The present day Topies are a gregarious and homogenous group of fairies. Each has made a decision to leave their family groups and move in with other disaffected fairies and so create a unique and wondrous world for themselves.
In the early days they tried to breed but today they know fairies cannot inter breed as their genes are so unique that the cute and furry offspring they produced turned into scaly and hideous monsters who had to be hunted down and killed otherwise they might wipe out all the fairies in the garden.
So now to gain access to Topia one has to apply, go through a series of interviews, have an intimate knowledge of birth control and prove themselves compatible with other Topies.
The Topies live a separate and enjoyable life. There are no arguments, no bickering (fairies love a good bicker from time to time), it is in many ways the perfect socialist environment.
Each week the Topies come together to celebrate the past week. They believe there is always something to celebrate from welcoming a new member, to celebrating the life of a deceased Topie. Some weeks they celebrate for the sake of celebrating as an excuse to indulge in a drink and a feast.
In Topia the head Topie is always called Marcus. The present one is Marcus McGlinconkirkal who was once a member of the Tree Fern fairies and now commands every one’s respect in Topia.
I was fortunate to attend a weekly celebration one I shall never forget as the Topies are also the makers of Topia Juice: an alcoholic beveridge capable of sending you pleasantly into tomorrow. You realise this when you awaken the next day wondering what day it is.
The day I attended the celebration was in honour of my visit. Topia Juice flowed freely, their favourite food, the gold dotted Fungus, cooked to perfection in large vats of what can only be described as the foulest aroma imaginable but producing a flavour like nothing you’ve ever tasted neither before nor after. Your taste buds crave more and more as they dance around your tongue and mouth doing handstands in appreciation.
Now I have recovered from this event I can say I am happy to leave the Topies to their own world. They have created a unique environment and though you might think all they do is constantly party they do only allow the ‘right’ fairies entry into their community.
They do keep to themselves but I have seen them come to aid of other fairies, especially the day the dreaded Weston destroyed the habitat of the Bamboo fairies and not only left the fairies homeless but the much loved miniature bamboo pandas, Mabs and Tabs with no home. But that is another tale for another day.
Right now I can hear them singing a rousing chorus of their favourite song, terribly out of tune, but when one is drunk on Topia Juice, who cares?
Written for: https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2015/03/20/fairy-tale-march-20th-2015/
Morpethroad 
I imagine that Marcus is the Topie name for Marx.
I hope some day the fairies in your garden might send me an invitation — on gossamer paper, of course — to visit. You are so lucky to have such a wonderous garden so rich with whimsical life.
Alas, the fairies in the garden are frozen, turned to concrete and heavy (recyclable?) plastic by some evil spell. I am working on a spell to unfreeze them, but to no avail. But that’s another story, and this comment is getting long.
I really enjoyed, as always, your fairy story. Gather them in to a book, please.
Thank you for the comment. Well yes I shall begin to gather my tales as it will give me something to do wit them as I think I have a fair few by now. I have to admit it is one of my favourite activities of a Saturday morning. Sounds like you have a very real stagnant fairy issue in your garden. I’ll see what I can do, the fairies are not known to extend many invitations but they do make the odd exception every so often.
Thank you for trying — I certainly would understand if the fairies in your garden were reticent about having me as a visitor.
There is definitely something malicent at work in the garden. The lovely butterfly girl (pix for utopia) has emerged from the snow with both arms broken! She has spent winters outside before — this is the dastardly act of the malevolent spirit who has taken up residence in the yard.
Do you know of any “spells” to get the spirit to move on to someone else’s garden?
Glad writing about your fairies makes Saturday a pleasant day.
take care
Sounds like you have a wart rood living in your garden. These pesky creatures are downright mean and do destructive things just as you have detailed. If you get a copy of ‘Fairy Garden Pests’ by MHR McKlunkerton Esq he sets out the following: page 603.
A generous spraying of eucalyptus oil and lemon on any cracked concrete or broken rock area will generally shift them. If that fails you can perform a wart rood gig. To do this you ned a chair placed firmly over the offending area. Standing on the chair you move your feet in time to the Bee Gees ‘Stayin’ Alive’. Most will wart roods will flee instantaneously thereby ridding your garden of said pest.
I hope this has been of use.
Thank you — this sounds more promising than Wikipedia’s page on frozen and breaking gardenalia and I.M. Crazie’s treatises on invasive, non-native malevolent spirits. Her answer — tea and crumpets.
If I do spray, eucalyptus oil is in short supply here, Substitute Texas hot sauce; maple syrup, Jack Daniels, beer, haggis and moose you know. Would need a blender.
The chair stomping sounds effective, and if I sang along the wart rood would run from here shrieking, with hands over ears. My garden would become Area 51 to wart roods.
Thanks again for the help. Had I a camera or smart phone, I could do a before and after, as well as a selfie of me dressed for the disco era.
Pleasant morning, afternoon, evening what ever day it is.
PS: illustrations would be nice in the book.
I do what I can to help. I should point out the those of us in the ‘know’ consider Ms Crazie a weirdo and not to be taken seriously. You could try that concoction for sure. McKlunkerton’s book is available in your local Fairy Garden store. They are easy to find if you have any four leaf clover growing they are usually in a place like that though with all the snow you’ve been having you may find a sign saying: “Shop closed: Bugger off till it stops snowing.” Fairies do let their feelings show you know and there’s nothing worse than a grumpy fairy on a cold and snow laden day.
My fairies have considered your request to visit and will get back to you which is promising as they usually say things like: Go tell em to take a running jump off a short plank……as I said they can be quiet forthright in their feelings and opinions.
Enjoy your evening. Its Sunday morning here and raining.
Ahhh, the Topies. I believe my father used to party with them every other Saturday when I was a child. He would come home as merry as old England and when my mother asked how his visit was he’d say, “Tops, my dear, absolutely tops.” And then he would have a nap. Thank you, Michael for an absolutely delightful walk down memory lane 🙂
Ha, thank you Lyn, your dad wasn’t a darkish man, beard and a cap by any chance was he? The Topies do talk when very inebriated, of a man who once came to visit.
LOL no, he was as bald as a badger (are badgers really bald?). clean shaven and always wore a suit, tie and a fedora whenever he went out.
Ah no can’t have been him, must be someone else, then again Topies have been known to bend the truth from time to time. Of course badgers would never be welcomed in the fairy world, as they have a bad reputation for underhandedness…..well so I’m told…
“I was fortunate to attend a weekly celebration one I shall never forget as the Topies are also the makers of Topia Juice: an alcoholic beveridge capable of sending you pleasantly into tomorrow. You realise this when you awaken the next day wondering what day it is.”
My favorite paragraph! I know a few humans who might have had some of that Topia juice mixed in with their own ‘drinks’…
🙂 Hope to read that the Bamboo fairies and the Pandas Mabs and Tabs are well.
Thanks Jules. The Great Bamboo Theft will come out soon.
It’s me again — ran out of reply (click), so have to start at the bottom which should put me on the top.
Alas, the wart rood ate the 4 leaf clovers in the garden, and until I unfreeze my fairies, there are no clerks for the book store.
The best part of our local park was cut down to make it look, hahaha, ya right, the way it did in the 1920s when it started. Curiously the work was all done by a local tree cutting (oops, trimming) co. that slaughtered the good old trees and planted new flimsy ones and created terraces (ya right to 1920s) This caused a diaspora of the woodish and fernish fairies. They ran the best book shops — new, used, rare. You bought a book, read it, returned it saying you didn’t like it, so were given another book to read.
The oakish elders were very good about spells and potions. All but one oak is gone on the south side which is the side they preferred.
Time to don my rubber boots and see if there are any encampments left. Perhaps the woodish and fernish fairies are traveling book sellers now. As to the oakish . . . .
Well good luck you are certainly up against it, there’s a danger to all, including the middle aged should the wartrood get out of hand. You may have to sing louder!!!
I would be looking into an immigration program since the locals have destroyed so much of the fairies environment. You might look into barren fairies, fairies who can live in sparse places, are easy to get on with and are always grateful for the little they have.
See how you go….hope you have some success…..
Unfortunately, the re-gentrification fairies have moved into the re-gentrified park, and they are so persnickety! They make for very pretentious neighbours.
I’ll go in search of barrenish fairies. After I get rid of that wart rood — just too rude for my liking!
Just a word of warning in ridding oneself of the wartrood don’t touch the thing or you could end up with root wart a nasty and unpleasant skin thing that could revert your girlish good looks into something resembling the Crone from the Dark Lagoon.
Those generation Z fairies are bossy and pretentious I know we had some try and muscle in here but the Topies sorted them out well and truly.
This is such a hoot —!!!! As always, it’s the little details like the names, the Topia juice — and the fact that you must have an intimate knowledge of birth control OR ELSE!
Love it 🙂
Ha, thanks Jen great comment so happy you enjoyed my post.
I look forward to your fairy tales! 🙂
I’m beginning to wonder how many fairy communities live in my garden….
LOL!!! It’s like the Big Apple for fairies — !!
May I have some topia juice please? 😉