The Girl Who Longed to Walk

Once there was an ill girl named Zareen. All her life she had only ever lain in a bed by a window, longingly watching her brother play outside in the sun.

One day she could not bear it and she called her brother to her and said, “Dear brother, go and find me someone who can cure me. I yearn to walk and play under the sun.”

Well, the brother could not refuse his sister’s pleas and so he set off in search of a powerful sorcerer.

And no sooner was he gone and out of sight, then Zareen waved her hands in dark circles and leaped out of bed, shedding her disguise for she was really a witch and the real Zareen was tied up under the bed.

The evil witch went and killed both the parents and ate up their hearts to add to her power for, by eating their hearts, she could make herself look like them whenever she wanted. Then she went to where Zareen was for it was the ill girl’s heart that she really wanted. Zareen was really lovely. Her hair was the color of honey and it surrounded her pretty, pale face in tumbling locks. It was a pity she was so thin and pale but, even so, she could still charm every man for miles around. And the witch intended to eat every man’s heart in that disguise and then slowly eat the world.

But she found that the girl had freed herself and was gone!

She cannot have gone far in her state, the witch thought and she set off to find Zareen.

Zareen had been hiding at the bottom of the pond, holding her breath for as long as she could. When she popped up, the wicked witch was gone.

Zareen climbed out of the water and sat on the bank, wishing she could walk.

And then she remembered an evil spell that gave the power of strength to the person who cast it upon themselves that she had seen the witch use from in her mirror opposite the bed. But the heart of a bull was required to cast the spell.

Sadly, she dragged herself to the stable and went over to the bull

“Dear bull,” She said, “Will you give me your heart so that i can go and kill the evil witch and warn my brother?”

The bull was happy to give his heart to Zareen and so she killed him and ate his heart. Then she found that she could walk and ran down the road to find her brother.

Along the way she met many young men and they all followed her down the road, so enchanted by her beauty, many times enhanced by the fresh air and exercise, were they.

Zareen slipped past the witch and ran on down the road. But she could not find her brother.

She searched the forest and the fields and even went as far as the sea but still she found no beloved brother. Finally she turned to go home. She climbed to the other side of the  mountain and there, down in a soft meadow, the spell wore off and poor Zareen fell down to the ground and lay there. A thorn pricked her and its magical poison put her to sleep.

Meanwhile, the brother, Neeraz, searched the forests and seas and mountains for a powerful sorcerer and it was all in vain for he found not one. In despair he sat down on a rock in a beautiful meadow at the base of a mountain and wept. And a thorn pricked him and its magical poison put him to sleep.

And it was there, in the soft meadow, that the evil witch found Zareen fast asleep and she cackled in glee and drew out her knife, “Now you are mine, girl!”

And she chopped out Zareen’s heart and ate it up. Then she went back to where all the charming men lived and approached one, wearing Zareen as a disguise and her sweetest smile.

But to her amazement and horror the young youth simply turned away form her and went on with his hunting.

The witch tried another man and another man and they all turned away.

Then she tried to kiss one and he slapped her hard and said, “How dare you, you ugly old crone! Get the likes of yourself away from here!”

very much puzzled, the witch left and went to where Zareen’s body lay, still chopped open. She inspected it and then a shadow was cast over her.

She looked up and saw Zareen and Neeraz standing over her. She turned to flee but Neeraz hit her neatly over the head with a tree limb and she crumpled to the ground, quite dead.

The witch had never known that the poison from the thorn took all the magical qualities out of Zareen’s heart or that a wizard had found the brother and sister fast asleep in the same meadow and rescued them form the spell. Then he had taken two lonely vultures and pricked them with the magical thorns. And then, while they slept, he turned them into two people that looked like Zareen and Neeraz. And then he had healed Zareen.

Now, the witch being dead, the brother and sister returned home where Zareen married a charming young man and Neeraz married his equally charming sister and lived quite happily until the end of their days.



Peseus and Old Twister

Once, in a land far from here, there was a small kingdom  surrounded by farms and rivers and beautiful country side. Men of great status lived there, always dressed in smart suites and hats with polished walking canes that they twirled expertly on their fingers. But they were always useless against Twister.

Twister came roaring in from the North every late summer, tearing through farms, houses and even the small kingdom itself. The huge, terrifying storm caused flash floods, death and disease and no one had ever caught and imprisoned the storm.

The people then invented deep storm cellars that they could run into when Twister began his rampage. But Twister just dug his long, deep funnel into the ground even deeper and ripped right through their storm cellars.

It was said by the wise men of the East that only a Golden Lasso made of Hair from the Lady Dawn could capture the storm and bind it forever.

The king of the small kingdom sent many heroes in desperation to save his kingdom and bind the horrible storm but not one of them ever returned. And soon the kingdom had a shortage of heroes. They seemed to all have disappeared, none of them wanting to risk their lives in vain.

And so it was that one dark, lonely night that a young man named Peseus set out in secret to journey to the land of Lady Dawn and ask for her golden hair.

He followed the golden moon path on the river and soon reached it. And it was there, standing in the Lady Dawn’s magnificent palace of cloud and mist and shining sun, that he discovered where all the other lost heroes had gone.

The Lady Dawn was very lovely, very enchanting and beautiful. Her hair was of shining gold and it swept down about her feet in long, golden waves of beauty. Her lips were that of the red, red rose and her eyes shone like the bottomless pools.

She had a mother, a blind, white haired mother, and a husband  of which she had never had a baby with. And how she longed for a child just as her mother longed for her sight and her husband longed for gold, real gold and not just hair.

And so it was that Peseus found himself looking into her eyes and feeling no fear. He simply said, “Lady Dawn, like many more before me, i have come to ask for your golden hair so that i may bind Twister forever. He ravages our lands, sets fear in our people’s hearts and brings death and famine with him. What must i do in return for your hair? Tell me and i will do your will!”

“Brave words for the likes of you,” Dawn replied, “But since you ask, i will tell you: Not far from here lives a fierce dragon and he holds in a glass jar, a single wish. Bring me this wish and then, as you may be the one to claim it, wish me a child and i will give you, in return, my hair.”

“I shall try to do this for you, my lady,” Peseus said, bowing. And he left.
He came to the cave of the dragon and entered, already knowing what he would do.The huge beast turned to him and causally blew fire from his huge, gaping mouth.

“I know why you come, puny human,” Said he, “And like all those poor fools, you too shall fail!”Peseus swallowed bitterly when he saw the piles of skeletons lying, rotting in the  corner.”Now, my boy, you want my wish? Yes? Then tell me, what will you wish for? Gold? Wealth? Power? My Death? WELL, SPEAK UP!!! Lost your tongue, eh?”

“I – I Ah, i will wish for- for, ah, I do not know but not your death or power or any of that. I just want to bind old Twister and save my home,” Peseus stammered.

The dragon brought his big, purple eye in close to the trembling young man’s face, “Is that so? Well, when you get back, you will have three wishes to grant and only one wish so i will let you have this old boy because i know Lady Dawn will send you right back here for another and another and then i will get to gut you!!!”The dragon pushed a glass jar containing one glowing, golden wish into Peseus’s astonished arms.

“W-What if i succeed?” The young man asked.

“PAH! You will not! Only a god could grant three wished with one!””I will go now, mighty one, and if i succeed in binding Twister, i will bring him to you for safe keeping.”

And Peseus left, grasping his precious bottle.The Lady Dawn was clearly impressed.”Now wish for my child!” She said.”NO, wish for gold!” Cried the husband.”Wish for MY sight!” Cried the mother.And Peseus understood what the dragon had said: Grant three wishes with one.

“You shall have to go back and get another,” Dawn said, “For if you do not grant their wishes, you do not grant mine!”Peseus stared at her in horror and then he suddenly knew what to do.

“I wish,” said he, “That The Lady Dawn’s Mother could see her grandchild in a cradle of gold.”

And immediately the wish flowed out of the jar and swirled around the three. When it cleared, the mother could see, the husband had his gold just as Dawn had her child.With a cry of joy, she cut off her lovely locks and gave them to Peseus before then turning to scoop up the child in her arms.

Peseus left and returned home, the golden lasso at his side.He went and sat with his back against a stone wall under a tree by the river and waited for old Twister.And soon the storm came, tearing up the river, black clouds behind it in the sky, the water boiling black as the storm tore through it.And Peseus watched, feeling no fear for he knew how to defeat it.When the storm came up close, he whirled his golden lasso as he had once whirled his cane and flung it over the funnel of the storm.Twister screamed and writhed and began to shrink until he fit right into the bottle that Peseus had got his wish in. He corked it up and went and gave it to the dragon who promised to guard it safely.

“He will entertain me nicely these cold winter nights!” The dragon roared, watching Twister dance inside his jar angrily.

Peseus returned home, receiving the Kingdoms thanks but he just smiled and went to live with his love in the forest.No one knows what became of that god but it is said by the wise men of the East that he lived up int the sky, forever watching over us, making sure old Twister never does escape. And his wife, the unknown woman of the South, lives with him.THE END

Keiko McCartney
Keiko McCartney

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The Blanket.

There once was a boy named Yeod. He had a blanket and it looked like a one dollar bill. Every night he slept with it on his bed because it was very large. Every day he wore it like a cloak or spread it out in the sun to lie in. The reason he did this was because he never could get rid of that blanket. He tried, he really did, and every time it would always return to him like a magnet.
Yeod decided one day that he wanted a new blanket. So he set out along the dusty road to find someone who could take his blanket away so that it would never return to him. Then he would return home and get a new blanket. But first he had to find someone who had that power . . . . .

By a field of black and white cows, he met an old man.
“Grandfather,” Said he, “Can you help me get rid of this blanket?”
“No, my son,” Replied the old man, “I have not the power but if you go just a little ways down this road, you will meet my brother sitting besides a silver stream. Perhaps he can help you.”
And so Yeod thanked the old man and set off again.

It was not long before he met another old man sitting besides a silver stream. He was older and more stooped over then the first.
“Grandfather,” Said Yeod, “Can you help me get rid of this blanket?”
No, my son,” Replied the old man, “But if you go just a little ways down this road, you will meet my brother sitting by a forest. Perhaps he can help you.”
Yeod thanked the old man and set off again.

It was not long before he met an old man sitting on a broad rock under the shade of a giant oak tree.
“Grandfather,” Yeod said, “Can you help me get rid of this blanket?”
“Yes, my son!” Replied the old man with glittering eyes, “Give me the blanket and take this one. It is a very pretty one, my son.”
Yeod was very happy and gave the old man his blanket and ran away down the road, his new blanket clutched in his hand.
It was not until he reached the silver stream that something struck him as odd: The old man had not been sitting in a forest. He had been sitting under an oak.
Quickly he ran back and found the old man gone. In his place was another old man, lying on the ground, rubbing his head and groaning.
Yeod knelt at his side and asked him what had happened.

The old man said, “my son, a curly haired man came and hit me over the head as i was going to see my brother. He disguised himself as me and took my place. When i came to, i was lying here.”
Yeod told him what he had done and the old man looked at him with a grave face.
“My son,” He said, “You must get that blanket back. It is a very special blanket and it is filled with terrible weapons of war. That man was a wizard from our enemy. He took the special key from me that opens the blanket. If he gets that blanket to his land, we will be hopeless. You must go and stop him before he gets there!”
Yeod stared at him in horror. What had he JUST done? This was horrible!
“Which direction did the wizard go, Grandfather?” He asked, “I will set off after him and right what i have done.”
“He will have gone towards the desert, my son,” Replied the old man, “You have courage, my son, so take this bag of dirt with you. Farewell!”
Yeod bid the old man farewell and set off for the desert.

Soon he meet an old camel sunning itself and grumbling to itself.
“Why do you grumble, Camel?” Asked Yeod.
“It is the rude wizard with a blanket that looks like dollar bill,” The Camel replied and Yeod’s heart leaped, “He said that i was to slow and he left me hear. Mean thing!!!”
“I will ride you even if you are slow,” Yeod said, “Can you take me to the wizard?”
“Indeed i can. Climb up onto my back!”
Yeod obeyed and the Camel set off.
Soon they saw a camp in the distance.

Yeod got off the camel and crept up to the camp. It was brimming with soldiers and in the very center of the camp, hanging on a silver stand, was his blanket. The curly haired wizard stood by it, a rod with a three leafed clover at its end in his hand.
Yeod was very glad. The wizard had not opened the blanket yet.
He went back to the Camel.
“Listen, Camel,” he said, “I want you to go running into the camp and cause a panic. Then i will go and get the blanket while you are doing this. Then we will make off together.”
The Camel nodded to show he agreed and then he went and got his friends, the Red Scorpions. Then they all charged the camp.

Yeod crept back and watched. Every soldier started to run away from the poisonous Red Scorpions. Yeod saw that the wizard had touched the blanket with the key and riffles, helmets, and swords were tumbling out.
he rand down to the blanket and flung the bag of dirt into the wizard’s eyes. Then he grabbed the blanket and all the weapons and fled into the desert.
The Camel and his friends soon joined him.
Yeod bid them farewell and set off home.
He found the three old men sitting under a big oak, waiting for him.
Yeod told them what had happened to him.
“Together we must burn the blanket,” The first old man said.
And so they did and no sooner was it in ashes then a new blanket that looked like the Camel with the Red scorpions gathered around it’s feet came floating down through the branches and into Yeod’s open arms.


Pawel Kuczynski

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Old Mulberry and the Fairies

There was a tree. A mulberry tree. It was old and wrinkled. It stood in a field by the lane. Cows grazed in the field. There were apple trees and peach trees and younger mulberry trees. Around the edges of the orchard were cherry trees.

The old mulberry tree would watch the younger trees swing and dance in the wind.

He asked them, “How do you stay so young and fragrant?”

And they would laugh at him and say, “Oh, you shall never know the secret to our youth!”

Every night the fairies came and danced in the peach, apple mulberry and cherry trees but the old mulberry did not know it because the Tree Snake that lived in his roots slipped a sleeping drought into him and he was always asleep when the fairies came and they never danced in him because he was asleep and they did not want to wake him.

Once, long ago, the Mulberry had been young and beautiful. The fairies had danced only in his branches because he was so beautiful and sang and danced with them the best and made them laugh and the other trees had become jealous. So they had cast a spell of forgetfulness over the Mulberry and he had forgotten how to sing and dance and so the fairies had left him. Then the other trees made the Mulberry’s tree snake put a sleeping drought in his roots so he could never remember.

One day the Mulberry saw a group of fairy musicians coming down the lane. They carried trumpets and fiddles and violins. They skipped past him laughing and playing music on their instruments, hardly looking at him with their cat’s eyes.

The old Mulberry watched their white wings disappear around the bend and slowly memories started to come back to him.

That spring, he flowered beautifully and gave off the best, juiciest fruit in the orchard and the farmers were very pleased. The other trees were very angry for the farmers shook their heads and looked at their lightly laden branches and said, “There must be something wrong with those trees! Look at the little fruit on them! We must do something.”

And they patted the old Mulberry on the trunk and one said, “I always knew this old tree would come around and see how right i was. Twas a good thing we did not cut him down!”

And the old Mulberry smiled to himself and wished that he could thank the musicians for helping his memory come back.

That summer the deer came and ate the grass under him and the birds made their nests in his branches.

The breeze rustled his branches and his leaves grew a wonderful green color.

When Autumn came, his leaves turned gold and brown and yellow and red and orange. The cardinals came and sang in his branches. Sometimes the wild cats would come sharpen their claws on him and rub against him lovingly.

The snake in his roots still slipped him sleeping droughts but he hardly seemed to notice them any more.

The fairies still did not dance in his branches and Mulberry wondered why.

He did not know it, but the other trees had combined their power and cast a spell of ugliness on it that only the eyes of a cat could pierce.

Mulberry wept and lamented when nobody danced with him and the other trees laughed and jeered.

That Autumn the group of fairy musicians came down the lane. They bore trumpets and fiddles and violins. They were looking for a tree to dance in.

They saw the orchard and stopped. None of the trees seemed just right. And then their eyes, their cat’s eyes, pierced the awful spell of ugliness surrounding Mulberry.

That tree seemed to glow and gleam and invite them to his branches. This was the tree for them!

With joyful yells they leaped over the wooden fence and ran across the orchard.

The other trees watched them in shock.

These musicians were every tree’s favorite. They were perfect dancers and they made such lovely music. And here they were running towards old Mulberry! Astonishing!!!

The Fairy musicians  swung themselves up into old Mulberry’s branches and climbed up high into the swaying, moving branches bending in the wind.

They blew on their trumpets and fiddled their fiddles and violins.

The music streamed down out of the tree and ruined the spell of ugliness. The music drove the tree snake and his sleeping drought from the roots of old Mulberry’s branches.

Old Mulberry woke up and the music brought back his memory of dance. How he danced! he danced all night. He danced wonderfully. He swayed and bent and swirled his branches.

The musicians laughed and played all night.

Mulberry thanked them for bringing back his memory.

After that, the musicians came and played and danced in his branches every night.

But Mulberry was not mean and nasty and he asked the musicians to dance with the other trees to.

And then all the other trees felt ashamed and said they were sorry for all they had done.

And so that night the orchard was a place of great excitement. All the fairies came and danced through all the trees and the trees danced with the other trees and all the fairies.

Lights decorated the whole orchard and the Queen came and sat on her throne in the middle of the orchard to watch.

And when all the singing and dancing and feasting was over, the Queen bestowed the gift of Forever Flowering Fruit upon the entire orchard.

And after that, no orchard gave more delicious fruit then that orchard blessed by the Queen.

And the farmers were happy and the trees were happy and the fairies were happy and, best of all, old Mulberry was happy.


vincent van gogh
Vincent van Gogh

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Take up the thread . . .

Once there was a girl. She did neat and tidy things like sewing, reading and drawing all day. She wore neat and tidy clothes and wore her hair in neat and tidy braids. She wore pink ribbons to keep them from unraveling.

On her way to the market with her neat basket and dainty steps, she always passed the pond first and then the mud pits. They were always filled with boys and girls swimming and wrestling and getting dirty in the mud and water.

To the girl it seemed like such fun. How she longed to get dirty! But she did not dare to get her lace petticoats wet and muddy.

One day she dreamed of mud and water and dirt.

Her mother asked what she was thinking about and she replied, “I am thinking of dirt and mud, mother dear.’’

And her mother frowned and went to talk to her father, saying she must be ill or something.

And while she was gone, the girl slipped out of the house and ran as fast as she could down to the pond, her braids streaming in the wind.

When she got there, she pulled off her pretty petticoats and jumped in with joyful screams. She did not care what happened to her.

She covered herself in mud and water and then she climbed out.

She found her clothes gone and then the next thing she knew was that she could hear the chirping of birds, not one or two, but many. It seemed they were singing to her, “come here, pretty girl, come oh come, see what we have for you, see what we have for youuuuuu, for you, oh come see what we have for you” that’s what they sounded like, so she followed their song and there they were, beautiful colorful birds, in all the colors of the rainbow.

They seemed to be dancing and singing around a pile of colors where the girl meets a big giant the size of her house. She was happy to see him. He said, “My name is Lock. Let’s be friends.”

Okay we can be friends, do you live here lock, asked the girl?

Yes, said lock, I live Down the rode

how far?

about a mile,

were are you going to take me?

Home of course

which home yours or mine asked the girl,

mine of course

where am I? Y she asked

you are in the land sithongth

The land sithongth is a mystical magical place that sits atop a turquoise and brown slab of stone. At night in the moonlight the turquoise part of the stone turns to river water that has stars twinkling inside of it and you can ride in a moonboat to go to all kinds of places.

There is a man whose name used to be Grutch and he was a foul tempered old man who was always grumpy. We’d hear him shouting in the trees and throwing rocks about the place. He’d looked everywhere he could think of for joy . … he ate cherries and spat the seeds out, held his breath underwater and made bubbles, chased after butterflies and looked at clouds, climbed trees and swung from branches, he looked under rocks and stones, and in his pockets too, he searched in books and drew pictures, he sang and danced with other people, he cleaned garbage from the streets and cooked for the hungry, he sat in the river, swam, planted flowers, fished, lay in hammocks, he’d even looked for joy in his neighbours shed! he couldn’t find anything that made him smile or laugh and he’d tried all the things he saw other people doing but he just got grumpier . . . until he went for a ride in the moonboat and saw a staircase on the banks, glowing in the moonlight.

He thought he’d like to go up and eat his peaches on a step, so he parked the boat and climbed up and ate his peaches. Then he noticed a door and opening it he stepped into a land where the sky was green and the grass was pink and this was so unexpected and surprising that he burst out laughing. He couldn’t stop laughing, he laughed so hard he fell backward and laughed all the way back down the staircase! Then he got in the moonboat and came back, and said his name had changed to Zhoys.

Other people took the moonboat to find the staircase but one woman went up and said Zhoys was a trickster for she ended up in a land that was burning red hot with dragons and lava and coals and another fellow went up and said there was nothing but chickens in aprons dusting trees together while their rooster king sat on the top branches of a tree and drank tea and ate cornbread all day long.

Have you ever taken the stairs up Lock? Asked the girl.

We must leave her poised at the bottom of those stairs for a moment while we return to the girl’s beloved (if overprotective) mother and father.

Mother had gone to see father, as noted before, but he was too busy to attend to such a thing as a mere thinking of dirt and mud. Surely their neat and tidy little girl would not do anything rash! Mother agreed and said she would cook a neat and tidy pot pie for dinner, and they could discuss the matter then.

On the way home, however, she had to pass that very pond, and a very curious thing happened to her as she did.

First, there was a mere thinking: “Oh how cool and lovely the pond looks. Oh how much fun those children are having wrestling in the mud!” And then, “I remember when Father and I did the same as children.”

Mother was surprised by this thought: how had she forgotten such a thing? She stood there in the cool breeze of a memory for just a moment, and then decided she had better get home and start that pot pie she promised to Father. Making pie crusts was one of her favorite things to do with her neat and tidy little daughter, and it would keep her busy and out of trouble until Father got home.

As mother walked away, though, she heard the faintest voice upon the wind behind her, as if birds could speak, and they said, ““Come here, pretty girl, come oh come, see what we have for you, see what we have for youuuuuu, for you, oh come see what we have for you…”

She thought she must be imagining things and, determined to come back to her senses, carried on home.

A Collaborative Tale

Amari's Artwork
Amari’s Artwork
In a small and boring village up a small and boring hill lived small and bored girl and her small boring sheep.
Every day she would get up at the same boring time eat the same boring breakfast get dressed in the same boring clothes , and walk up the same boring hill and feed her same boring sheep .
That was pretty much all she ever did .
She was very bored as you can tell
one day wails she sat on the hill feeding the same boring sheep  she saw  an eagle, she followed it until she came to the edge of a cliff she wished the eagle had gone in the opposite direction so she could follow it until she got to the ocean. She sat on the edge of the cliff wondering if it would ever come back. She lay down and fell asleep.
When she opened her eyes she saw her mum her dad and her sheep surrounded around her , she sat up and looked around she was in her bedroom “what happened” she said we heard the sheep bleating like crazy so we went to see what was the matter only to find you hanging of the edge of the cliff they said.
So me and your mum pulled you up and carried you back.
All of a sudden she remembered her dream it was that: under the bush with the pink flowers in the forest was a secret treasure “I have to go” she said as she got out of bed and ran out the door. She run up the hill past the tree and towards the edge of the forest, she stopped in front of a big bush , then she crawled in.
it was hollow inside .  she went over to a little twig stuck in the ground she pulled it out and started to dig where it had been. She had been digging for about an minute when suddenly she saw a plastic bag she picked it up and wiped of the dirt   inside it was a little silver bead she picked it up and starred at it hoping something would happen nothing did . she walked home sadly.
she really had thought something amazing was in there something like a ticket to Hawaii or a treasure box .    
she sat down by the tree on the top of the hill and chucked the bead in to the field by this time the sheep had caught up all of a sudden the sheep started flashing multi colors  then the front of the tree slid away and the next thin she knew was :::
This is where Amari’s story ends and Layla’s begins::
that she was falling down, down, down. . . . . . . .Where she landed on a bouncy bed. 
A white rabbit in a red vest stared at her, a chocolate heart frozen inches from his mouth.
The girl sat up, finding the bed very, very bouncy indeed. She stared at the rabbit and thought how nice it would be if he talked. Her boring sheep never did. Laughing to herself, she decided never to  return home! What fun to go on an adventure finally!
She tried to get off the bouncy bed and realized that she was stuck! She could not get off the bouncy bed. She tried and tried and tried but with no prevail. She began to think that adventures were rather horrid after all and she much preferred boring life to being stuck on a bouncy bed. She frowned at the rabbit crossly.
“I say, rabbit,” She began, “Do you think you could get me off, please?”
“No,” Said the rabbit, munching his chocolate and staring at her, “You need to have a silver bead ticket to get off and you haven’t any.”
How she wished she had not thrown the bead away!
“Alright, rabbit,” She said mournfully, “I will have to stay here then!”
Then she brightened, “Hey! I know where my ticket is! I threw it into the field with my sheep! Will you fetch it for me, please rabbit?”
“Tickets are poisonous to sheep,” Said the rabbit earnestly.
“Oh no! What a rotten adventure!”
“I  never said i would not fetch it for you,” Said the rabbit crossly.
He disappeared in a flash.
The girl waited and waited.
The rabbit finally returned.
He gave her the bead.
The next thing she knew. . . . . . . . . (this is where 10 year old Jamie picks up the story)

She saw a wide open door. She passed through the door and found herself inside a giant castle. Inside the castle she discovered lots of other kids who had also found magic beads. Each kid had either a dog or a cat. Suddenly there was a big, jolly woman wearing a red cape and a grey fedora who said,

“come change your clothers children. You have worn the same boring clothes for too long. Everybody switch!”

Once they changed clothes, a huge bell rang and the rabbit with the red vest said, “it’s time to eat”.

All the kids were happy because they each got to eat something different and the girl felt happier than she ever had in her life. She discovered that the magic bead gave her a way to have a better life because everything was different than her old boring life. Every morning there was a different breakfast, a different animal to feed and a new friend to play with.

When you find treasure and it doesn’t work right away, be patient. There’s always something magic right around the corner.

“Everything will be alright in the end. And if it’s not alright, it’s not the end.” *

BY LAYLA AND AMARI (an unschooler in Italy, read more about her world here 🙂 and Jamie . . .  TO BE CONTINUED BY WHO EVER WISHES TO!!!!!!
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The Maiden with Hair the Color of the Golden Wheat~~by Layla

The clouds were rolling across the sky. The world was dark and gloomy. The wheat had not yet been cut. The farmers worried that the storm would ruin the ripe crops. The only clear sky left to be seen was a yellow patch to the far east. The farmers said the dragon was angry because he had not yet received his gift of a maiden with hair the color of the golden wheat and so he had sent his wrath to ruin their crops. The clear sky was the glow of the dragon, waiting, watching. . . . . .
The trouble of the land was that all the maidens with hair the color of wheat had already been sacrificed and there where none left. None? There was an old woman with hair the color of the golden wheat. But she was not a maiden and the dragon would say no.
A search was organized to find a maiden with hair the color of the golden wheat with the time that still remained and not a maiden was found.
The thunder rolled across the sky as the dragon roared. The people shivered with fear and fright and the old woman slipped out of her hut in the forest.
Across the wheat fields she journeyed, one destination in mind: The yellow patch of sky on the horizon.
At last, 3 nights before the terrible wrath of the dragon would be released, she came to a wheat field filled with golden colored wheat.
No house was in sight. Who could the wheat field belong to? The sun from the golden patch of sky shone down on the wheat and even as she watched, a dress of pure gold emerged from the ground. She donned it and walked on.
The next sunset, she came to a wheat field filled with stalks of wheat waving in the wind. They glistened in the last rays of the setting sun as it shone out from the patch of yellow sky on the horizon and fell on the wheat of silver stalks.
And just like the wheat of gold dress, a silver dress emerged. The old woman donned it and walked on, feeling as though the patch of gold on the horizon would never near and that it was just as far away as ever.
Night came. The sun disappeared. The moon came out. The stars shone in the sky. And still Thye walked on.
The next sunrise, Thye found herself in an unknown land. The grass was white and the sky was purple. The rivers were hard and the grass, like liquid.
Thye knew what to do. Spreading the dress of bronze on the liquid grass, she stepped onto it. The dress turned into a boat and the wind flew it across the strange land.
On the sunrise of the third and last day, Thye found herself by a wheat field of bronze stalks. The sun seemed to dance within them and the moon shine off them.
Thye looked up, remembering years ago when she was a lovely maiden how the sun and the moon had adorned the sky together; the night the dragon had come and she had cast a spell of age on herself to save herself from the dragon.
And, just like that night, a shadow started to cross the sun, blocking out its light. As it reached the middle, Thye lifted the spell of age from herself and once again she was beautiful and young again. She donned the dress of gold and flung the dress of silver up into the sky where it turned into a silver bird.
Thye climbed up onto its back and the bird flew her to the golden patch in the sky. And there she saw the dragon.
The dragon looked at her and grinned a toothy smile.
Thye raised her arms to the darkened sun and cast a spell of change upon the dragon. The dragon began to shrink, shrink, shrink. . . . . until he disappeared completely, just like how he had emerged all those years before, growing, growing, growing into a huge dragon from a grain of wheat.
“I should have known it was you, Goddess of Wheat!”he said in dismay as he shrunk, “But i shall take you with me!” And the dragon reached out and grabbed her up. The two of them vanished in a poof!
Thye’s sacrifice had not been in vain. The clouds cleared away. The sun shone. The farmers cheered and the crops turned to gold, silver and bronze.

Kylli Sparre
Kylli Sparre

The Fairy Who Searched for a Good Deed by Layla

There was once a sad lily fairy. She was sad because every lily fairy has to perform a good deed in their life to become immortal. She had done nothing yet. All her sisters had beat her to the deeds. They had all gone away, leaving her alone in the lonely lily pond where no one ever came.

Kyli sat on her lily pad feeling sad and lonely as the sun set. Alone. Alone Empty pond. One mortal fairy destined to die if no good deed was done in seven more rising suns.

An ugly toad came up from the mud.

“Why are you looking sad, lovely fairy?”He croaked.

“I shall die soon, that is why,” Kyli replied sadly, “I have not yet done my deed.”

“You could go away from here and look for a deed,” Croaked the toad, “Who said you have to stay here?”

Kyli brightened, “No one! Thank you, toad!! I will leave right now!”

Kyli stood up and spread her wings. She lifted into the air and flew away.

Back on the lily pad, the toad smiled to himself and sank back down into the mud.

Kyli flew over the long, winding river looking for a good deed to perform.

No one was in sight but smoke rising from the wood.

She flew down to investigate and found an ugly, twisted cottage right in the middle of a dirty, smelly swamp. she flew closer.

She peeked in the window and saw an ugly old crone with mangled wings sitting by a green fire. She gasped as she recognized the crone as one of her sisters!! What had happened to her?

She flew in the window to ask.

The crone turned to her.

“Leave!” She cried, “Leave! The toad, the magician will come and change you otherwise! he has tricked us into leaving the pond and now we are his slaves! Run! You are the last one!”

Kyli fled, catching a glimpse of the ugly old toad as she flew.

Out of breath, she rested in an old hollow 30 minutes later. She had to free her sisters from the horrible enchantment. That was what she would do. Now how would she do it?

Almost as if to answer her question, an old caterpillar crawled up to her side.

“You must put a silver bead in the magician’s mouth to kill him,” He said, “Then your sisters will be free.”

Kyli knew an old magpie who had lots of silver beads. She thanked the caterpillar for his advice, upped and flew away.

She reached the old magpie’s tree and knocked on her door.

Mag, the magpie, answered.”Hello, Kyli, Come right in!”

Kyli told her about the evil magician over a cup of berry berry tea.

“I have just the thing for you, my dear!” Said Mag, patting her on the back with a black wing, “I have a special silver bead that is just right for the task!”

She showed Kyli a round silver bead, “take it, love, and bring me back the old magician’s staff as payment. I could use one of those, you know.”

Kyli thanked her and flew out of the house. She hurried toward the lily pond and when she got there she sat down on a lily pad and began to cry.

The old ugly toad came up and looked at her.

“Why do you weep, lovely fairy?” He croaked.

And quick as a wink, Kyli popped the silver bead into his mouth, “Now you die, old wizard!”

The old toad groaned and moaned and sank beneath the waves.

Kyli waited for the feeling of immortality to fill her. It came instantly. She smiled.

Not but a minute later, the head of a handsome young prince appeared above the water.

“Y-You should be dead,” Kyli stammered.

“Oh, but i am not the magician,” said the prince, climbing up onto the lily pad besides her, “I am a prince enchanted by the old magician and only a sad and lonely fairy who pooped a silver bead in my mouth could change me back. Shall i help you kill the old magician? I’ve a silver bead right here.”

“Oohh, yes,” agreed Kyli, “We can go right away!”

The two of them upped and flew away.

They came to the old, twisted, ugly cottage and entered.

“Go away!” cried the crone, “The magician will come and change you! Run away!”

The magician entered and raised his arms, “Ha! Now i have you, little fairy! I will change you too into an old crone. . . . . .along with your little prince!”

“Oh no you will not!” Kyli cried and threw the silver bead into his open mouth.

The magician fell dead to the floor in an instant.

Kyli picked up his staff. She had promised to give it to Mag in return for the bead and she would go do that right away.

The old crone turned back into her beautiful fairy self along with the old caterpillar and an old butterfly, a lame deer and a large assortment of other ugly old animals.

They all hugged and kissed her, happy to be back in their fairy forms.

Kyli flew to Mag’s house and knocked on the door.

A beautiful fairy queen opened to door. She had Mag’s eyes and her voice, “Come in, Kyli dear. I see you have brought me the old wizards staff.”

Kyli gasped, “You were enchanted to?!!!”

“By my own brother, yes,” Replied the queen, “Now come in, do. You have already met my son, i believe?”

“Yes,” replied Kyli, “Are you the fairy queen that vanished all those years ago?”

“The one and only.”

Kyli had another cup of berry berry tea while the queen explained to her that she was a fairy hero and, if she wished, she could marry her son.

The prince, who had been listening outside the door, rushed in and agreed profusely.

Kyli smiled and accepted. She had fallen in love already.

And so they were married not but two days later, on the lily pond, the queen on her throne, Kyli and Princling dancing on a moving lily pad to the music of the frog musicians.

The sun set. The moon rose. The stars came out. And Kyli and Princling danced on.


Photo Credits: Kylli Sparre
Photo Credits: Kylli Sparre

Sleeping Ship

There was a girl. She was a beautiful girl. She wore lilac silk and her hair was white with purple streaks. Her skin was pale and fair. She wore a crown in her hair. She wore no shoes but walked barefoot. Her skirts flowed around and behind her. She lived in the forest with The Dream Keeper.

The Dream Keeper was invisible. He never walked. He floated above ground. He kept dreams and sent dreams and futures and visions all around the world. He also watched over Vision.

One day Vision was alone. She was walking to collect purple flowers. Then she saw a new purple flower and, so curious was she, that she reached out to pick one. But no sooner had she touched the mysterious bush, then she fell back onto the bush and fell fast asleep.

The old witch who had hidden herself and put the sleeping spell on the bush, emerged and cackled with glee. Vision was asleep and so she would remain until  a believer in dreams and The Captain of a famed ship was found and he came and kissed her. She placed a tiny figure of the ship in the girl’s hand and left.

The Dream Keeper was in despair when he found Vision. The spell was to powerful for him to remove so he left her and went to guide the right man to her.

He sent dream after dream to men all around the world and yet they all laughed at their dream, not even finding it queer that they had all had the same dream. Just silly fairy tale stuff, they all agreed.

Now, after a year and one day had passed, Dream Keeper finally found out from a dove that Witch Mvil had found The Captain and had imprisoned him in a pit for eternity so as to assure  that Vision would remain asleep forever.

Dream Keeper went to The Captain in his dream for he could use dreams as portals to places. The man sat in the pit and wept and looked longingly at the tiny bars above him that locked him in.

“Do you want to get out?” Dream Keeper asked, his voice filling the pit.

The Captain jumped and looked around. He saw noting but he still said, “Yes.”

“Well then climb up to the top of this pit. Can you manage?”

“Anything to get me out of here, “replied The Captain, “I can manage.

It did not take him long to climb up to the top. The bars blocked his way.

“Alright, now call out to Witch Mvil who is sitting over there by her fire that you want something to eat.”

“Yo, witch!”Shouted The Captain, “I have sat in here long enough! You ought to have the decency feed a man at least!”

Grumbling, Witch Mvil came to the edge of the pit. There she discovered that the bars were so small, she would have to open up the grate to give the man his food. She leaned down and unlocked the grate.

Almost instantly, The Captain was an her. He pushed her into the pit and locked her in.

“I should have known it was you, you filthy keeper of dreams!!!” Witch Mvil shouted.

But Dream Keeper was gone for The Captain had stopped dreaming and his visit had come to an end.

When The Captain awoke, he was no longer in the pit but outside it and witch Mvil was still shouting and cursing inside the pit. where he had once been.

He rubbed his eyes and sat up. The dream had been real after all.

He set off to find his ship. He climbed over mountains and walked for miles over plains. he searched the oceans but no where could he find his ship.

Sadly he returned to his home by the sea. It was there that Dream Keeper visited him again.

“Do you want to find your ship?” Dream Keeper asked.

”Yes!” replied The Captain,”that ship was everything to me for i have never married.”

“Well,” Said the Dream Keeper, “I know where you ship is. A girl holds it within her hands in a forest not far from here. She has no intentions of giving it back. She is going to keep it. If you get to the forest at sunset tomorrow, you will find her asleep on a purple bush. You cannot take the ship from her while she lives so you must kill her. The only way you can kill her is to kiss her on the lips. Then she will give you your ship back.”

The Captain set out the next day. He came to the forest and walked through it until he came to the purple bush. Sure enough, just as the voice in his dream had said, a beautiful girl lay upon it, clasping his ship in her hands.

She was so beautiful, it seemed almost a pity to kill her, but he wanted his ship. So he leaned down and kissed her.

Immediately, much to his horror, the girl sat up and stretched and yawned.

Then she turned to the paralyzed Captain. It was the man she had been dreaming off while she slept! How very strange! She knew he had come for his ship, so she gave it to him.

He blinked and looked at her.

“I say!” He stammered, “You were supposed to die when i kissed you!”

Almost immediately he went a deep shade of red.

“Kissed me?” Asked Vision, “Who told you that.”

“er, my dream did,” The Captain replied, feeling very silly.

” Oooooh, “Said Vision,”That naughty Dream Keeper!”

Away in the bushes, Dream Keeper smiled.

Vision got up and danced away into the woods, waving good bye to The Captain.

It may have ended there, but, no. Captain was haunted by dreams of the beauty in the woods and so eventually he returned to the wood and found her there, as young as ever. There he asked her to marry him and she agreed. She left the wood and went down to the sea with him. There they unfolded the Captain’s flying ship and sailed away into the sunset together.

The End

Photo Credits: Kirsty Mitchell

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