Once in a land far away a shoemaker and his wife had 3 daughters. Wunny was the first born, Tuella the second, Threeda the third. Threeda was the wildest and most impetuous. So when a traveling crone passing through the village told the shoemaker and his family all about how a golden castle on the […]
Once there was a small queendom wedged in a canyon between two towering cliffs. It was peaceful. It had a stream, a small castle, and a little blue frog. Each morning the queen led all of her subjects (there were nine of them) to the frog room and supervised the preparations for viewing the frog. […]
Once it happened that a king out hunting was trapped by a clutch tree and wrapped in its branches. People of all stripes and degree came from miles around to stand and stare at the captured king. ‘The tree’s got ‘im, that’s for sure.’ ‘No way to escape the clutch tree, they say.’ A local […]
One morning Fenwick, the baker’s apprentice, stepped outside to fetch water from the well. He was shocked out of the one wit he had when he found himself staring at a huge mound of water sitting in the meadow and lightly rippling in the breeze. He turned and ran. ‘Mound of water!’ he shouted, racing […]
The frog king and queen lived quite happily in, on and under the garden green. For you see, they possessed everything their hearts desired and some bonus added extras. Years and years of collecting here, there and all about and around had filled bowers in the garden and caverns underneath it with more than too […]
The magic fish removed its spectacles, placed them on the bedside table, doused the glow lamp, and settled back with a sigh to sleep. Sleep, however,refused to visit. The constant drip, drip, drip of air bubbles blurping up from the faucet in the bathroom tap, tap, tapped on the magic fish’s brain. Drat, thought the […]
While the other socks clumped together and gossiped in the hamper, the angular sock eased under a pillowcase and brooded. No one liked her, not even her partner. The angular sock clearly heard her partner jabbering and complaining to the others about the angular sock’s shortcomings. Her stripe was flawed. Her toe had that awful […]
I wandered through Andrew Lang’s Red Fairy Book the other day and came across the tale of ‘Jack and the Beanstalk’. Now, it so happens that when I was growing up, the Giant recited: ‘Fe fi fo fum, I smell the blood of an Englishman. Be he alive or be he dead, I’ll grind his […]
