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Originally posted by NatsiaA very long time ago, far, far away,
Think I'll turn in too.
Someone give me a story?
In times of big dragons and castles of clay,
There lived an old woman, no children she had,
She was so alone and was really quite sad.
To keep herself busy she planted some seeds,
She’d work in her garden and pull all the weeds,
After some time, and lots of sunshine,
Her garden did grow many flowers so fine.
The blooms were quite special, in so many tones,
People were coming to see them in droves,
No one did know how her flowers so grew,
Into gigantic treasures of every hue.
‘Til one day a fairy who lived in the forest,
Looked in on the woman, as flowers she nourished,
With watering can in her hand tipped just right,
She gave a big drink to her garden’s delight.
On watched the fairy, but nothing more grew,
Just then the old woman presented a tooth,
She stuffed it down deep in the garden’s rich soil,
And instantly new blooms did upwardly coil.
The fairy, amazed, watched as more flowers grew,
The woman was smiling, with pleasure so true,
With curious wonder the fairy did stare,
And noticed the woman had no teeth to bare.
Her last she had used in this magical scene,
To plant in the dirt of her garden pristine,
She knelt by her flowers and smelled them so deep,
Then laid down her head for her eternal sleep.
The fairy was saddened, knew not what to do,
She wept for the woman who flowers she grew,
She sent up to heaven a promise to never,
Let one flower wither, she’d keep it forever.
Now this posed a challenge the fairy did think,
For she’d need some teeth in the soil to sink,
She went to the garden a petal she found,
To rest just a little but soon she slept sound.
Three nights had passed ‘fore the fairy woke up,
The flowers were gone but for one buttercup,
“Oh how did this happen and what shall I do?”
“Wherever will I find some teeth to save you?”
Her heart filled with sadness, she felt so much sorrow,
She needed some teeth before daylight tomorrow,
She shook out her wings and she wiped off her face,
Then she started her flight to the faraway place,
Where humans were plenty, both great big and small,
She’d surely find teeth there, they can’t need them all,
She flew through the cool air, reciting her script,
On how she would ask for some teeth, when she tripped.
She suddenly felt herself sliding through air,
She lost her wing function, which was quite a scare,
She opened her eyes, and she looked all around,
To find herself falling right down to the ground.
There was not the time to slow down or to turn,
She closed her eyes tight with her face very stern,
Expecting to crash to the ground very cold,
Instead she crash-landed in a pot of gold.
Looking around in dismay, without know,
Her eyes caught the sight of a giant rainbow,
No sooner had she leapt right out of the pot,
Was she nose to toe with a mad leprechaun.
“Oh sir, please forgive me, I had no intent,
Of landing in your gold, so magnificent,”
He took one big look at the fairy so small,
Began to laugh hard and his friends he did call.
They all gathered round having fairies not seen,
They stared and stared more and they seemed very mean,
The fairy, annoyed, with their manners unkind,
Was going to leave but she then changed her mind.
She told them her tale of the magical flowers,
She talked, and they listened, for almost two hours,
At ending her story she asked them quite nice,
“Have you for me any bit of advice?”
They huddled around so the fairy’d not hear,
They whispered, and bickered, then moved very near,
“Bring us the clovers, with number four leaf,
And you can take gold, for to trade for them teef.”
The fairy was thrilled and to them offered thanks,
They were such nice things, not players of pranks,
She gathered some gold coin, and in her purse placed,
Then took flight again, to the humans she raced.
The trip was a long one, and scary at that,
She feared the big owl, the dark, and the bat,
But forward she pushed, keeping in flight,
And finally saw what appeared to be light.
The sun was still sleeping so she did not know,
From where this light came, it’s inviting glow,
The fairy, she landed, and snuck close to peek,
A window she looked through, a child fast asleep.
His candle was lit, and seen by it’s light,
A tooth on his table, right out in plain sight,
So small was the fairy, with ease she did roll,
Right into his bedroom, through a tiny hole.
She tiptoed across his bedroom with great care,
She stayed very quiet, for fear he might scare,
From her small purse, she retrieved a coin gold,
A small writing tool, and a rose petal rolled.
She unrolled the petal and wrote him a letter,
Advising him to hide his future teeth better,
The tooth she inspected, by his candlelight,
Then placed in her purse, and latched it quite tight.
The letter she placed where his tooth had just sat,
The gold coin she placed beneath his sleeping mat,
The fairy then turned, whispered “Thanks” near his head,
Snuck back through his room, out the hole, and she fled.
Back through the night air she flew with great speed,
Trying to get to the garden in need,
And just as the sunlight rolled over the hill,
The fairy she spotted the flower so ill.
The poor buttercup, looking sickly and small,
The fairy was sure there was no hope at all,
She quickly withdrew from her purse, the small tooth,
And plucked it down deep, near the buttercup’s root,
But then remembered the garden must drink,
“The watering can must be near here I think”,
She flew with the can to the forest side creek,
Filled it with water, and turned back to seek,
The garden that once was of bloom with no match,
And now had become just a lifeless dirt patch,
And then she approached where the buttercup stood,
Only to find she could not see it good.
For where it must be was surrounded by three,
And all around these were more flowers to see,
The garden had blossomed, and grown to such size,
The fairy was doubtful, and rubbed at her eyes.
And yet as she looked, for the second time now,
Even more blossoms were starting to grow,
The fairy, so proud, by the garden did sit,
She’d taken a journey, and learned quite a bit.
She turned to the garden, some leaves flipping over,
And under these leaves, found a patch of new clover,
She vowed that she’d always trade teeth for a fee,
And this is how she became the Tooth Fairy.
*© SJ247
Originally posted by SJ247Aww, Thank you SJ!
A very long time ago, far, far away,
In times of big dragons and castles of clay,
There lived an old woman, no children she had,
She was so alone and was really quite sad.
To keep herself busy she planted some seeds,
She’d work in her garden and pull all the weeds,
After some time, and lots of sunshine,
Her garden did grow many flowers so fine.
The ...[text shortened]...
She vowed that she’d always trade teeth for a fee,
And this is how she became the Tooth Fairy.
You get good night hugs and kisses.
OXO.