While picking some grass to fill a pillow to lay me heed doon on I find the prize and hide it on my favorite Scottish Isle. Ah but which one!
The Scots of course insist that the pipes produce music. But the point is after all not too important. For those who love them, the pipes can evoke more vividly than any other instrument, high emotion, they can inspire valor, and tell of tragic tales of battles long ago. They can call forth merriment or sentiment. It does not matter what the sound is called, those who are deaf to its merits would not understand anyway.
Faerie or not, I'm the Lady of Avalon and looked in the sacred water and located that wallabee of yours and took away the prize and brought it on Avalon with me. And since nobody knows where and how to get to Avalon...well tough cookie for I keep the prize.
***sneaks in to hand Sister Knight a magic Amulet of Protection. Sister Knight take this and the Prize. I found my Prize IRL the Lass of my dreams and I am so happy that I want the world to share my joy, so I will give ye protection of the Grove.
I got it! That WAS easy! I have it hidden in my 100 year old root cellar under my house. Believe me NO ONE wants to go down there - there are unspeakable things down there - including some old jars of food that my great-grandfather put down there about 95+ years ago. Seriously, there are! So, the prize is hidden among those jars. Just try and find it!
"He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High will rest in the shadow of the Almighty. I will say of the Lord, "He is my refuge and my fortress, my God, in whom I trust."" Psalm 91:1-2
"Be what you would seem to be--or, if you'd like it put more simply--Never imagine yourself not to be otherwise than what it might appear to others that what you were or might have been was not otherwise than what you had been would have appeared to them to be otherwise." from "Alice in Wonderland"