They say there are fairies at the bottom of the garden, well, I know there are. I live beside the heath and every night at midnight out they come, rain or moonshine, to perform among the bushes and the trees; skipping and tripping and whispering in tuneful melody, "Who's coming out to play, who IS coming out to play?!" And one at a time they call, "Doctors, nurses, policemen, judges, teachers, next door neighbours", and before you can shout, "And me, and me!" Off they ve shot!.