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One of the strangest creatures on the earth or more accurately below, it is the common stinkworm.
Stinkworms can only survive below the earth's crust and so have never been seen by humans.
The stinkworm can grow to a length of fifteen centimetres and a diameter of up to eight centimetres.
The bigger a stinkworm is, the more meat there is on its soft boned skeleton and the more valuable it is to a merchant.
Stinkworms are big business in the fairy world and have been for thousands of years.
They are very versatile creatures and be boiled fried baked or even eaten raw, though this sushi approach can difficult to swallow as the stink associated with worms does not disappear until they are cooked.
The current favourite way to eat the stinkworm is in a dish similar to bolognese substituting stinkworms for spaghetti.
Deep fried on a skewer is popular among the younger generation.
What makes the stinkworm so delicious is its juice.
When the worm is heated in a pan or oven, it bastes itself in a delicious spicy juice which even the best chefs have failed to reproduce.
This juice is in fact earwax from the hundreds of ears that cover each worms body.
Some more sensitive fairies cannot forget that they are eating earwax and do not enjoy eating stinkworms, but most are so entranced by the flavour that they are quite prepared to ignore where it comes from.
Goblins in particular love stinkworms and are constantly inventing new ways to consume them.
The rarest and most prized stinkworm dish is a stir fried bowl of stinkworm ears.
The ears are shaved from the worms body rolled in flour and then lightly fried.
This dish takes hours to prepare and costs a fortune.
Goblins believe that if you eat a bowl of worm ears then you absorb the worms memories of the places they have visited.
This is not an appealing thought when you consider that a stinkworm's favourite environment is fresh troll dung.
The first reference to Artemis Fowl in the human media is in a newspaper article from the Dublin Chronicle.
Artemis made the paper by solving the riddle of the mayor of Dublin's Chains.
The mayor held a press conference to appeal for help after the city's priceless chains of office were stolen.
Artemis managed to persuade his bodyguard to bring him along.
When the reporters had finished asking their questions, Artemis raised his hand.
The mayor allowed the small boy to ask his question expecting something simple and childlike.
Instead Artemis asked him to name three kinds of butterfly.
When the mayor could not answer, Artemis stood on his chair and addressed the journalists present.
He told them that in his opinion the mayoral chains could not have been stolen from the secure vault or taken from around the mayor's neck without his knowledge.
So this man could not be the mayor, he must be an imposter.
The proof of this was that the real mayor was a keen butterfly collector and would most certainly have been able to answer Artemis's question.
Most journalists laughed, but one did not.
He suggested that the mayor allow himself to be fingerprinted.
The man calling himself mayor panicked and ran.
It was later discovered that this man was indeed an imposter.
He was the mayor's own twin brother.
The real mayor was being held in a warehouse in the south of the city.
The plan was to hold him for a week while his twins gang looted the mayoral mansion and cashed the insurance cheque for the ceremonial chains.
Artemis Fowl was six years old when he foiled this plan.
The demon scrolls tell of a warlock that will come to save our people, but I wouldn't rely too much on the scrolls.
They also say that rabbits are the supreme beings and that the best cure for a sore throat is a poultice of dung and old socks.
Hence trust the scrolls at your peril.
There are however a few basic tips survival in a demon tribe that might be helpful if you were a human say and had never actually met a demon before.
Which is unlikely to say the least.
If you were human, you wouldn't be able to read this in the first place.
Demon survival tips.
First, never stab a demon with his own sword.
This is the ultimate insult and will result in a vendetta that could go on for generations.
It is fine to stab a demon with your sword, he will congratulate you for managing that, but only poor warriors lose their swords and then get stabbed with them.
If opportunity arises give it a miss.
Second, demons have a pretty comprehensive system of sign language in which buttock slapping features heavily.
It is very important, not to slap the wrong buttock.
Never slap someone else's buttock unless they stab you with your own sword that is considered very bad manners.
And learn the difference between the left buttock slap and a right buttock slap.
If a passerby aims his buttocks at you and slaps the left one, it means that there is a full moon due that evening and he hopes you will join him for the traditional hunt.
If he slaps the right buttock, it simply means that you remind him of his right buttock.
You can see where the problems could arise.
Finally, never sneeze into your fist.
Always allow the sneeze to run free into the air medical demons assure us that the sneeze comprises of millions of tiny flying demons that zoom around the earth until they can find a human to land on.
When they alright on their host humans, they hack into their scalps with tiny axes causing terrible headaches which make the humans easy to defeat in battle.
So when a demon sneezes, immediately slap your right buttock in the direction of the sneeze, so that the tiny demons can pass on the message to the human they land on.
From the collected correspondence of Opal Koboi, a series of letters, between Opal Koboi inmate number 1405 Atlantis maximum security penitentiary and wing commander Vinyaya haven council.
My dear wing commander, while I realize that my first probation hearing is not due for four hundred years, I feel that is would be in the people's best interests to release me before then.
After all the humans are becoming more sophisticated daily, and a genius such as myself will be needed to ensure that fairy technology remains superior to human technology.
Dream on, Koboi.
You're in poison.
I am sensing negative vibrations from you wing commander.
Do not be so quick to judge people can change surely you accept that.
I admit that once I found the idea of being the planets supreme power, an attractive one but who hasn't secretly nurtured the dream of wiping out humanity and utterly dominating ones own peers.
I see now that this dream might be unacceptable to some narrow-minded fairies and I am prepared to swear on my pixie honour that should I be released I would not attempt to take take over the world again.
On your pixie honour, wow, I'll send the transfer shuttle right over.
I see now, wing commander that you never had any intention of sending the transfer shuttle right over.
In fact you were being sarcastic.
Mocking me from the safety of police plaza in Heaven.
I waited for three weeks before I realized that the shuttle was not coming for me.
I packed my belongings so that I would be ready.
Including my collection of model sea horses which I fashioned from chewed cardboard.
My favourite sea horses Twinky and good boy were broken in the process.
Twinky cries every night over her severed tail and good boy does not look so dashing without his head.
Your callousness leaves me no alternative but to place you on my revenge list.
When I am finally free of this horrible place and elevated to my rightful position as queen of the world, you will take my place in this cell and I will send my troll minions to issue daily beatings with batons fashioned from sea horse tails.
A fitting punishment I am sure you agree.
See you in four hundred years.