Txt A Tale: #1

The following are fairy tales I make up on the spot and send via txt message to friends or such who may be in need of entertainment or cheering up. You will see them periodically posted in numerical order as they come. Please note that they have been typed verbatim with no editing, so many of the stories will seem raw or primitive. The magic is in the fact that I create them on the spot and delete them again so they are not meant to be kept or treasured but rather fleeting moments of joy...

Once upon a time in a far off enchanted wood there was a tiny Fairy who had the power to put little children to sleep with her dancing. Espidella was so graceful and delicate that even the most stubborn little ones would become enchanted by her movement and fall fast asleep.

Then one day an evil Queen caught the fairy so she could use her to catch and keep little girls asleep. Then when they were sleeping she would catch their breath in a decorated glass bottle, this was the secret ingredient in her youth potion that kept the queen so young and beautiful. The poor little fairy was made to dance constantly and she was growing weary herself. The Queen threatened to rip off her tender little wings if she stopped for even a second. A young tree Sprite heard of this delicate treasure and her imprisonment. He gathered his closest friends and they set off. Just one brave tree Sprite two goofy sidekicks and a drunken squirrel for a steed, the prospects for success did not look good. The evil Queen was growing younger and younger every day. When the gentlemen arrived to rescue the poor fairy they discovered the power of the children’s breath. When the Queen went to bed the tree Sprites snuck in several brave children from the local village and had them all breath heavily into the glass bottle for a long time, they all hid and the next morning when the queen, made her brew and drank her breakfast the youth potion worked so well she turned into a child herself. The little Fairy gave one final flourish on her dance and the Queen went right to sleep. They tied her up and took flight. The poor little Fairy slept the entire way home in the arms of her rescuer. To thank him her father the Fairy king gave him a magic bell that would bring him directly to their dwelling if he rang it softly. Of course he never intended for it to be used in secret in the dead of the night but that’s the brave youth for you. The end.