The Boy and the TreeJan 2003There once was a little boy. One day, he went hiking in the great forest and heard a strange sound. The sound came from three old witches and a tiny fairy. The witches danced around the and sang, "Tiny fairy, tiny fairy, tiny fairy, cometh dusk shall you be dust!" The little boy watched this from behind a great tree. Suddenly, the tree whispered, "The fairy is my friend, and I can do nothing! Help her, boy, and I shall grant you a wish!" The boy thought about the proposition and eventually agreed. He approached the witches' circle ans shouted, "Stop your black magic, witches! I must help that little fairy!" But the witches merely ignored him. The boy voiced his demand again and again, but the witches paid him still no thought. At last the boy approached the witches' circle, where he was captured by magic and tossed a hundred meters! "Ohw, my head..." said the boy as he feebly stood up, "I must have a better plan!" He thought and finally conceived one. He went back to the witches, but they still ignored him. But this time he said, "Witches! The Fairy is small and weak! I am a strong youth! Take me instead!" Suddenly the witches stopped. "He's right!" They exclaimed. They then captured the boy and released the small fairy. The fairy flew quickly to the great tree. Meanwhile the witches danced around the boy and sang, "Strong youth, strong youth, strong youth, cometh dusk shall you be dust!" They danced and sang and danced and sang, but the boy showed no signs of worry. Finally the sun descended the sky, and the three witches sang, "Strong youth, strong youth, strong youth, great sun descends the sky! You shall now die!" But then the boy cried out, "I wish that these three witches were gold pieces!" Just then, lightning crackled from the sky and the three old witches became three piles of gold pieces. The boy gathered the gold, returned home, and lived happily ever after. |
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