There was a farmer and his wife in Blaen Pennant in Wales, and they had one son, who was a handsome youth and a hard worker, named David. David wooed and wed a fairy, one of the Tylwyth Teg, who said to him that they would long be happy if there was no iron in the house nor lock on the door. So it was done, and no couple lived happier. But one day they had a horse that would not be bridled, and in his anger, the farmer's son threw the bridle at the obstreperous stallion. The bridle missed the horse and hit the wife. And no sooner had the bit touched her than she disappeared, carrying away all happiness with her.
A fairy, one of' the Tylwyth Teg, was in the habit of helping a family in the Pennant Valley every evening by putting the children to bed. She would sing them fairy songs until they were fast asleep. Poor fairy, she was ill clad in rags, and the mistress of the house felt sorry for her. So one night she gave the fairy a silken gown to thank her for all the help. But fairies do not like rewards. The very next day the fairy was gone, and the gown was found at the foot of the dairy, torn all to shreds.
Once there was a man who lived
in a small cottage by the side of a mountain. There he tilled a little
garden with good cheer. One day he noticed a rook's nest in
the tree overlooking his potato plot, and it struck him that it might be
prudent to break up the nest before the rooks multiplied. So he climbed
up and broke the nest, and, as he came back down the tree, he saw that
there was a fairy ring around the tree. And in the circle he spied a golden