THE OLD MILLER

November 16, 2016

Once upon a time an old miller crafted new paddle staves to replace the many worn out staves of his waterwheel. Sacks of oats ready to be milled lined the walls of the long shed where he worked. After many hours of labor he decided to take a nap. He arranged three oat sacks to […]

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THE BALING HOOK

October 13, 2016

‘I am very good at puzzles. I am the best,’ said Little Daphnis. The gatekeeper looked doubtful and smiled crookedly. ‘A scrap of a thing like you? Tell me another. Go off and leave the labyrinth to fools a good deal older than you.’ ‘I have a baling hook. It’s iron. The smith made it […]

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THE MINSTREL

September 28, 2016

‘Villages disappeared. Where they had thrived were empty fields of waving grasses and moaning winds,’ the storyteller began, rubbing his chin and looking around to engage in turn each of his young listeners. Then he whispered, ‘Hear me well if you would save this village from … the minstrel.’ The children shrank down, wide-eyed. The […]

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MED OF THE NORTH

September 3, 2016

Cloak Med of the North opened wide the dark green velvet cloak behind her and thrust her pale green membraned wings, first left, then right, through the pair of carefully measured cuts in the fabric. She drew the cloak about her and snapped shut the clasp at her neck. She turned her gaze to the […]

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THE 4 SISTERS

June 26, 2016

Once upon a time the four daughters of Hemus, the woodsman, gathered in secret beside the well in the clearing at the far end of the forest. ‘Be ye all resolved and with me?’ asked Hermia, the eldest. Hera, Herilda, and Herippa all nodded in silent agreement. ‘So be it then. Here I have them,’ […]

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THE LITTLE SHAPESHIFTER

May 6, 2016

‘I’m bored,’ said Wisp, the little shapeshifter. ‘Why don’t you be a horse? You had fun being a horse this morning,’ said Wisp’s mother, Vaporilla. ‘I’m bored with being a horse,’ said Wisp. ‘Well, what about a butterfly or a stork?’ suggested Wisp’s mother. ‘Or a liquid paste,’ added Wisp’s brother, Smokey. ‘Shut up, Smokey’ […]

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THE SUN CHASER

April 18, 2016

One day a long time ago Simple Septimus, the stable boy, asked his master, ‘What is the sun?’ ‘A great ball of fire,’ replied the master. ‘Where does it go at night?’ said Septimus. ‘Underneath to its golden palace where it rests and takes refreshment. Now get back to work,’ said the master. I would […]

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TINDERELLA

March 30, 2016

One day long ago in the cold north a farmer awoke when he heard mewing outside. ‘What’s that?’ he said. ‘Go to sleep. It’s the storm singing is all it is,’ said his wife. Nevertheless, the farmer arose, pulled on his boots, shrugged into his heavy hooded coat, and staggered out into the storm. His […]

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THE OLD FENCE POST

February 2, 2016

Two little men, neither the one nor the other of ’em taller than a jar of jam, came out from the hollow under the tree where they lived and started off walking along the road, arguing furiously all the while. ‘You can’t, I tell you. You can’t, and that’s the end of the bargain,’ said […]

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THE THREE WANDERING TREES

January 16, 2016

High on a snowy mountain, three trees, neighbors for hundreds of years, exchanged complaints. ‘All we ever talk about is eagle this, hawk that, or oh the bear has twins this year. I, for one, would like to go over to the other side of the valley and see what’s beyond the glacier,’ said the […]

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