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Post By Visionary (though the text is from HH) Sat Jul 15, 2006 at 05:54:37 pm EDT |
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Once upon a time there was an enchanted wood And in the wood was an enchanted glade And in the glade was an enchanted cottage And the enchanted cottage was guarded by ravening gothenmanders who would shred utterly anyone who dared strayed off the path and come near it, then reave their souls so there was nothing left of them but a scream on the nightwinds. In the cottage lived a little girl. Every day she would wander the forest and make friends with the animals. She would sing songs, and the beasts of the wood came to listen. She would explore the deep places of the world, learning the secrets of the dwarves and the gnomes, or climb to the eagles' eyries and talk with the wisest of the birds. And sometimes she would creep out in the moonlight and talk with the flibbertiggibbets that danced under the stars, and hear their secrets. She never told Auntie about any of this, of course. Auntie didn't like her talking to strangers. She said it wasn't safe (although she never said who it wasn't safe for). Auntie always reminded the little girl that she had to be good because her fairy godmother had blessed her, and for that the little girl had to be eternally grateful… and obedient. One day, when she was old enough, the girl would come into a wonderful destiny, and then her godmother would look after her and be with her forever. In the meantime, old Auntie would sit and knit by the fire, except when she secretly slipped out to assume her true shape and feast on the hearts of unwary travelers. The little girl rarely saw her godmother. Once a year she came to inspect the child and see how she had grown, and every year she seemed a little disappointed that the child had not yet become a woman. But she always smiled very kindly when she knew the girl was looking at her, and before she left she always gave the child a tasty sweet to eat. The girl never ate them though, because unknown to Auntie, unknown even the the Lady who visited her each year, she had a friend after all. And he warned her to keep the sweeties hidden and never taste them. Nobody in the world knew that the little girl had a remarkable imaginary friend. Nobody could see him or hear him except for her. But he was able to travel far and wide and learn many things, and he brought back the stories of what he'd seen and told her. And when she went to play in the woods he came with her, and there they could talk and plan. Because while the Lady seemed to know what the little girl's future might be, nobody can be sure of those things. Especially in an enchanted cottage in an enchanted glade in an enchanted wood, where sometimes the story runs deeper than even the cleverest of godmothers can know. And so it was, my dearies, that one fine day, when the wind was from the east... Coming soon: The next chapter in the tale of Magweed and Griffin |
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