The little folk

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von  Mutter

1.
The tiny princess watched the sky in awe. Watched the fish flying by busily. Small fish, big fish, dark fish, colourful fish. The whole of the sky was filled with them, and the princess felt a pain in her tummy. It was the sharp pain of envy.
'I wanna fly, too. If I can't fly, you shalt not either', she exclaimed.
The fish didn't know what to say. It wasn't their fault, after all, that the tiny princess couldn't fly with them in the skies. So they didn't even grace her with an answer, but just stubbornly continued to float and fly.
The tiny princess stomped her foot in anger. But still the fish flew on.

2.
Disappointed, the tiny princess left the fish to their sky. At night, she lay in bed and tried hard to not think about fish. And about being able to fly. And about flying fish, specifically.
But her thoughts always came back to the fish. They seemed so free, and lustrous. The tiny princess would have liked to be free, too. And lustrous. She very much would have liked to be lustrous.
A little sound from the window brought her back from her reverie. 'Who are you?' she asked the bird sitting on her window sill. The bird smiled a smug smile. 'I was told that there is a tiny princess here that wishes to fly like a fish. Would that tiny princess be you?'
The tiny princess nodded. 'Will you help me to fly?' she asked politely.
But the bird only laughed. 'A princess is not meant to fly. Not like a fish. And you are tiny. You will never fly!'
With that he wanted to fly out the window again, but the princess was faster.
She grabbed the bird, who struggled against her grip, and she whispered: 'Help me fly, little one. Make me lustrous.'
But the bird had stopped moving already. The grip of the tiny princess had been too tight. The bird had stopped being lustrous himself.

3.
The tiny princess took affright. She hadn't meant to grip so tightly.
Carefully she placed the little bird on the windowsill, next to a single tall flower growing there. The flower had always been there, for as long as she could remember.
Now the flower, ruby-red like a drop of blood, would guard the little bird in its endless sleep.
'Good-bye, my friend', whispered the tiny princess, 'I shall find out how to be lustrous, and fly, and then, I'll be lustrous for the two of us.'
With that she left ...

4.
Truth be told, the tiny princess hat no idea how to fulfil the promise she had just made to the little bird. She considered to ask the fish again for help. But they had not listened to her the first time, and she was afraid of anybody else mocking her.
She really did not want to grip anybody else tightly, so she would have to be lustrous for even more than just for herself, and for the little bird.
For a moment, she despaired. She had no idea about where to go to next.

5.
In the end, she fled the tiny castle in which she was living with the tiny king and the tall queen. She ran across fields and over hedges, and the land seemed to her barren and empty. No fish were flying in the sky, and no mice fled before her in the fields.
She was all by herself, so it seemed. And she wept, but continued walking.

After a while she halted and just stood. Just stood and looked about. And for the first time she noticed something she had never noticed before.

6.
The tiny princess slowed her steps, slowed them more and more, and made them tiny and even more tiny until every step she took was almost as tiny as herself, and very slow, and very deliberate. Then she stopped completely, and looked down at her feet. Narrowed her eyes, pushed her eyebrows together until she looked like her tiny father when he tried to portrait anger. Only, the tiny princess wasn't angry. Not at all.
She was intrigued. And she looked closer, and then even closer still. And she looked at the little folk, the fairies.
The were called 'little folk' even though they were tiny compared to the tiny princess, so by all means, the little folk should have been called the tiny folk, and the tiny princess should have been called little princess.
They were so small, the tiny princess could hardly see them at all. Her grandmother had always warned her about the little folk.


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kontext (32)
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kontext (32) meinte dazu am 27.01.09:
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 Mutter antwortete darauf am 27.01.09:
:D

Hab' ich Dir schon mal gesagt dass ich gerne Kommentare von Dir bekomme? Auch wenn einem da vielleicht mal der Arm abfallen könnte ... *g*

Auf die Wichtel sollte man nicht zu viel geben - man bedenke: Die Sache hangelt sich nicht an ihnen (weil, wären ja auch viel zu lütt - zu klein, für die Nicht-Norddeutschen - dafür) sondern an den Bildern entlang. Insofern iss eh' alles Schein ...

Danke schön.
Kitten (36)
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 Mutter schrieb daraufhin am 27.01.09:
Weiß schon, was de meinst - aber in 24 Teilen wollte ich das weder mir noch Euch antun ... :D
Steinwolke (65)
(02.02.09)
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 Mutter äußerte darauf am 02.02.09:
Glänzend, schillernd, stahlend - also keine Sorge, haste alles schon abgedeckt ... ;)
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