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The Most Loved Girl In The World

It’s true, Mimi was a very lucky girl.

She lived in a brown cottage with her Mama and Dada, a blue fence and a garden full of fatty fat cabbages, little wormy worms and very chirpy birds.

Every night, Mimi would go to sleep in a bed that was cool in summers and warm in winters. Mama would tuck her in from the right, Dada would tuck her in from the left. They would kiss her cheeks and whisper softly into her ears: “Remember, you are The Most Loved Girl In The World.”

One bright morning the sun was laughing in the sky and Mama and Dada and Mimi decided to do a spot of gardening. Dada hummed a funny tune as he dug holes in the ground. Mama giggled as she put tiny seeds in the holes.

But where was Mimi?

Oh Mimi wasn’t looking at holes in the ground at all! She was staring straight through a little crack in the blue fence. What was on the other side? Mimi wanted to know very badly. So she crawled just like she’d learnt from the little wormy worms and slipped right through.

Suddenly Mimi was in a field of sunflowers for as far as she could see. To her horror, when she looked back she could no longer see her brown cottage with Mama and Dada. Mimi was scared and she began to cry.

Then she heard a tiny fluttering near her ears and it said: “Hello?”

Mimi sniffed: “Hello.”

It was a Pink Butterfly: “Why are you crying?”, it asked.

Mimi said, “I’m LOST!”

The Pink Butterfly smiled and said, “Aren’t you The Most Loved Girl In The World?”

And Mimi said, “Why yes I am!”

“Then look straight ahead of you, my dear.”

Mimi looked and lo and behold! The sea of sunflowers had parted and in front of her lay a path as clear as day. Mimi jumped up with joy and with a friendly wave goodbye to the Pink Butterfly, skipped on ahead.

On she went wherever the path took her – through grassy knolls, along singing streams and past trees full of purple fruits. On she went until finally there was no more path left. Instead now Mimi found herself standing at the edge of the biggest oceanful of water she had ever seen. She grew alarmed and began to shout for help.

Hearing her cries, Tiny Fish jumped up from between the waves. “What’s wrong, little one?” they asked.

Mimi sobbed, “I CAN’T SWIM!”

The Tiny Fish all chattered in unison: “Aren’t you The Most Loved Girl In The World?”

And Mimi said, “Yes, I think I am!”

“Then look down, my dear.”

Mimi looked and lo and behold! She was sitting in a bright red boat bobbing up and down in the water. Mimi clapped her hands in glee and with a friendly salute to the Tiny Fish, slapped her oars into action.

But as the day grew long, the water turned to ice. Mimi’s teeth started to chatter and clouds came out her nostrils every time she breathed. Just as Mimi started to freeze a kind face approached.

“Are you okay, child?”, asked the Friendly Snowman.

“I…I….am…C-C-C-COLD!” Mimi wept.

The Friendly Snowman’s eyes twinkled: “Aren’t you The Most Loved Girl In The World?”

“Y-y-yesss, I b-b-believe I am.”

“Then look around you, my dear.”

Lo and behold! A big, fuzzy coat had wrapped itself around Mimi. Her teeth stopped chattering and her nose stopped blowing clouds. She hugged herself in her toasty new coat and bowing most politely to the Friendly Snowman, marched onwards.

By now night had fallen and Mimi’s feet grew tired. She longed for her bed and her right-side-left-side tuck in. But she kept going. Until, alarmingly, in front of her loomed the most terrifying sight of her whole adventure. The Scary Giant, even bigger and taller than Mimi’s brown cottage!

He looked down his humongous nose and boomed “WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE, LITTLE BUG?”

Poor scared Mimi was about to burst into tears when she stopped: what did her Mama and Dada always say at night-time?

“Remember, you are The Most Loved Girl In The World.”

Lo and behold! Mimi started growing taller and taller and taller. She whooshed upwards, past the Scary Giant’s knees, big tummy and wide shoulders and finally his forehead. There she stopped and said:


And he said, “Hello!”

“Why, you’re not Scary at all!”

“No I’m not. And you know what?”

“What?” Mimi asked.

“You’re not scary either.”

Mimi and the Giant burst into laughter and kept laughing until even the sun came up chuckling. Mimi realised she was so tall now, she could see right across the enchanted forest, past the frozen ice and the sea of fishes, through the field of sunflowers straight at the loveliest sight of all: a little brown cottage with her Mama and Dada, with a blue fence and a garden full of fatty fat cabbages, little wormy worms and very chirpy birds.

Oh yes, Mimi was a very lucky girl indeed.

By Gone Native


Amelia’s Wish

There was once a little girl whose name was Amelia. She was a very lively little girl. There wasn’t a game she didn’t like to play, or an activity she didn’t like to do. Amelia would play a game of memory as happily as she would climb a tree. Like a lot of little girls, she liked big breakfasts and candy and ice cream. And like a lot of little girls, she didn’t always like being told what to do.

Now, Amelia loved her name. In fact, she thought it sounded quite regal. And that suited her perfectly, because this little girl wanted more than anything to be a princess. She thought that would be fabulous: she would have all the pretty dresses she wanted, and she could do everything she wanted to do all day long!

That evening Amelia went to sleep wishing – as she did every night – that she would wake up as royalty, living in a beautiful palace. Then she grabbed her teddy bear, aptly named Highness, cuddled up and fell into a deep sleep.

When Amelia woke up the next morning, she couldn’t believe her eyes! She found herself not in her own bedroom, but in a room as big as her whole living room. And her bed was three times as big as her own bed, and had a golden headboard and beautifully embroidered sheets. It only took her a moment to realize what had happened: she had gotten her wish – she was a real princess, in a real palace!

Laughing with glee, she grabbed Highness and began dancing on the bed, but she hadn’t jumped up and down twice before the giant doors opened and three ladies-in-waiting (a lady-in-waiting is a royal assistant to a princess) came running in. “Ohh, your Majesty!” they cried. “Please, don’t do that! You’ll hurt yourself and fall on your royal behind!”

Amelia didn’t listen, of course, and continued jumping on the bed until a man suddenly walked in, wearing purple robes and a crown on his head. “That must be the king,” thought Amelia, but before she had a chance to say anything, the King spoke.

“Amelia, dear,” he said patiently but firmly, “do as you’re told. You need to get ready for your day’s duties.” And with that, he turned around and left as abruptly as he had appeared.

The ladies-in-waiting promptly went to work on what they called “grooming”. They sat Amelia down on her chair in front of a brightly lit dressing table. One of the ladies began brushing Amelia’s teeth, while another one brushed her hair. The last lady set about laying out what seemed to Amelia far too many dresses to wear at the same time. They were, in fact, a corselet (which is a very tight piece of clothing to make you look thin), a petticoat, a dress that served as lining and, finally, a long, heavy, glittery light blue dress with puffed sleeves.

Amelia began to feel slightly worried and thought that maybe she could just slip away and spend the day playing in a garden somewhere, but every time she tried to escape, one lady or the other would push her back in her chair. It took a whole hour before the ladies finally had Amelia dressed to satisfaction, and it took Amelia another ten minutes to figure out how to move in her dress.

Now, it was time for breakfast. Amelia saw the most delicious things laid out on the table in the breakfast hall: eggs, sausages, tomatoes, hashbrowns and buttered toast, and a big bowl of candy balls. But when she wanted to scoop all these delicacies onto her plate, the Queen stopped her and said: “Now Amelia, young princesses should have a healthy start to the day. You shall have your usual breakfast: a plate of fresh fruit and a glass of wheatgrass.” I don’t know if you’ve ever tasted wheatgrass, but I recommend that you avoid it if you can – yuck!

When breakfast was done, Amelia was taken along for a ride in the royal carriage to survey the royal grounds. In several places, the carriage stopped and the royal family got out. And at each stop, Amelia wanted to run and play and climb a tree or skip across a stream, but each time the coachman would stop her and say: “I’m sorry, princess, but I cannot allow you to do that. It is simply no way to behave for a member of the royal family.”

And so it went, on and on, the whole day long. For every fun thing that Amelia wanted to do, she was stopped by someone telling her that princesses didn’t do this, or princesses weren’t supposed to do that. Instead, she had to sit still and smile, and she wasn’t allowed to say anything at all. And worst of all, she was expected to behave properly all the time! She was so miserable that she wanted to cuddle Highness to make her feel better, but she hadn’t been allowed to take him along.

When she finally got back to the palace in the evening and the ladies-in-waiting had changed her into her nightgown and tucked her into bed, she sniffled softly and said to Highness, who she finally had in her arms again: “Being a princess isn’t any fun at all. I wish I was just me again.”

The next morning Amelia woke up, but she didn’t dare open her eyes, because she didn’t think she could bear another day like the one she had before. And then she heard the door open. It didn’t sound like the heavy bedroom door from the palace. Hopeful, she opened one eye … and saw her mother’s smiling face. “Good morning, my little princess,” said Amelia’s mother. Amelia let out a shriek of happiness and jumped into her mother’s arms. “Whoa,” said her mother, laughing. “Is everything alright?”

“Everything’s perfect!” answered Amelia and she squeezed her mother tightly. “And I’m no princess. I’m just me and I wouldn’t want it any other way!”

By The Tigress

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Lil’un finds her name

So, once upon a time not very long ago, there was a little girl who did not have a name. Every one called her little girl, or young one or little one, and this, naturally, did not please her. Not one bit. ‘Mama, what is my name?’ she would ask her mama, and mama would be unable to answer, because even she did not know what had happened to her name. So she would ask her papa, and even he would be unable to answer, because he also did not know what had happened to her name. Perhaps they had written it down on a piece of paper and the wind had taken it away, they said to the little girl. Or that afternoon they went to the beach, perhaps they wrote her name on the sand, and the sea took it away. Or maybe the rains, or the sun. They simply did not know. Naturally they were very sorry, but they did not know what to do about it. Nobody did.

Since the grown-ups could not decide what to do about her missing name, and the little girl did not think she would enjoy being called lill’un for the rest of her life, she decided that she would just go and find her name. And so, she asked her mama to give her a six slices of cake (as she intended to return on seventh day), a bottleful of water, cape and good, sturdy sandals. And off she went to find her name.

First she went to an open field and stood there and asked the wind if he had taken her name. She told the wind that it was fine even if he had taken it; he could return it now because she really needed it, that she was growing up, and if the wind returned her name, he could have some of her mama’s delicious apple flavoured cake. The wind told her that much as he would like to eat the cake (his mouth was watering), he had not taken her name, and so could not return it. The little girl was disappointed, but saw that the wind was very much eager to eat the cake (his mouth was watering), and so gave the wind a slice of the cake anyway. The wind was very grateful, and told her he would not forget her kindness.

Then the little girl went to the sea next, and made the same promise, but the sea had not taken her name and so could not return it. And the sea also wanted a slice of her cake and even his mouth was watering (haha), and so she let him have a slice of the cake. And the same story was repeated with the rain and the sun. The little girl was very disappointed as she had finished her list of probable people who might have taken her name, and did not know where to go from there. But she was a brave little girl, and so she decided that she would not give up. So, she sat down on a rock (she had met the sun on a hill so that he would not have to come down too low to talk to her- she was a thoughtful little girl), and opened her satchel and took out a slice of cake to eat.

And just as she was getting ready to take a bite, with a flash and the billowing of smoke and a big bang sound, a strange person appeared before her. He was very tall, almost seven, or maybe even eight feet tall, thin as a scarecrow, and dressed in clothes all very shiny and sparklingly splendid. He had a long face and a short pointy beard and round, crumpled hat, and he spoke, his head was so high above her, it seemed to the little girl that it was actually the hat which was speaking.

‘Can I have a slice of cake too? Please, I have not had apple cake in years, and I love it so!’ he said.

‘Who are you?’ The little girl asked.

‘I am magic. I was not always magic, instead, at one time, I was a human being. Then, I was called the magician.’

‘Then why are you only magic now, and not a magician?’

You see, the little girl was wise too, she understood even then that being a human being was more important than being pure magic.

‘I was scared of cats.’ The magician replied.

‘Cats!’ The little girl laughed a little. ‘What is there to be scared about cats! Cats are adorable! I love cats, in fact.’

‘I know, I know. I know now, but fact is, I was afraid of cats, and did something horrible to one of them. A long time ago, I was conducting a magic show, and a little girl’s kitten came on the stage, and I got so scared I turned her into a parrot. The little girl was very angry, and told me that since it was my magic which enabled me to turn her cat into a parrot, she did not want magic anymore. I was very sorry, but I did not want magic to die also (you see, little girls’ wishes have a lot of power), and so, I volunteered to turn myself into magic, and was exiled from the world of people. Which is why there is no magic in the world today, and which is why I have not eaten apple cake for years.’

As he said these last words, the magician almost cried. The little girl had never seen a grown up cry but somehow understood that it might be embarrassing or wrong or not-doable thing for them, and so, to prevent the magician from crying, she offered him her slice of cake and bottle of water. The magician sat on a nearby rock, and wolfed it down. And as he was wiping the crumbs off his lips, the little girl saw that he was slowly shrinking in size, till he finally turned into a normal sized human being (with slightly less splendid sparkly clothes and a slightly less pointy beard), but definitely human.

‘Thank you, dear girl,’ he said, ‘you have lifted the curse from me. For it was also said that when a little girl willingly accepted me to her company, and did me a good turn, I would finally be able to become human again. And so, now I am the magician again, and magic is free in the world.’

The little girl was very happy for him, and bade him well. But the magician would have nothing of it. She had given him cake and made him human again (yes! Cake has great powers!), and now he wanted to her a good turn. So, she asked him, if he knew where her name could be found.

‘Alas, that is something I do not know. I know it is not the wind or the sea or the rain or the sun, but that is something you know too.’ He shook his head sadly and grew quiet for a moment, and then smiled a bright smile and said, ‘but I do suspect my cat might know something about it.’

Saying so, he took out of his coat’s pocket the most gloriously green-plumed, red-beaked parrot the girl had ever seen. The parrot was so beautiful that the girl insisted that before answering any of her questions, he eat the last slice of bread she had, and drink some water, and then speak to her. The parrot, who like the magician, had not had apple cake for years (and who was really the cat the magician had turned into a parrot long ago, and cats love apple cake), gratefully ate the cake and drank the water, and turned into a soft, cuddly kitten.

‘Why yes, I do know where you might find your name,’ the kitten said, curling lazily on the warm rock, ‘300 miles from here, out in the sea, there is an island. On the island is a castle, and the castle is guarded by a moat which is full of crocodiles, and inside the castle lives and old dragon. This dragon has the ability to turn into a pigeon, and it is he who stole your name. You will have to kill him to get your name back.’

The little girl was overjoyed. She finally knew where to find her name. But she did not know how to get there: and the cat said she was unable to help with that. Not could the magician help (it was her quest, he said, and she would have to complete it alone), and with apologetic smiles, both of them disappeared.

Now, as I have told you, the young girl was a very brave one. But she was also a very smart girl. She did not lose hope. Instead, she called the wind, and told him his problem. The wind said he could not help her get to the island or kill the dragon, but he was sure the rain could help her in reaching the island, and sun and the sea could help her in killing the dragon. So, he told the little girl to find a tree trunk, and once she had found one, told her to cling to it tightly. Once the little girl had done that, the wind blew itself into a furious storm and lifted the tree trunk in its hand and flew and flew higher and higher till the sun, noticing this commotion, came down to see what was going on. And so, the little girl told the sun her problem. And the sun told the wind to get the little girl to the sea shore, and told the wind that his role in this story was not yet over.

So the wind set the little girl down at the sea shore, and the sea came up and listened to the little girl’s story. The sea said that he would help out with the crocodile problem (he had liked the apple cake very much, thank you), but he could not help the little girl get to the island as she would become all wet and catch a cold if he transported her, and he could not allow that to happen. Hearing this, the sun, who was listening in, got very very angry, and blazed down hard at the sea. Naturally, the water of the sea became vapors and turned into a cloud, and it started raining. And the rain (who had also liked the cake very much, thank you), was more than ready to help. So, rain sent down a small, pony shaped cloud to the girl, and girl sat on the cloud, and the wind lifted the cloud high up and helped them cross the sea till they reached the island. Then they set her down, in front of the gates of the castle of the dragon.

The problem, was the little girl could not get in. There was a moat all around the castle, and in the moat, there were crocodiles. So, as the sea had told her to do, the little girl got up on a hill, and called out to the sea to help her. And the sea came in, and flooded the moat and the castle and everything on the island that was lower than the hill the little girl was standing on. The crocodiles were washed away in the sea.

But at this, the dragon, who was sleeping, and did not like being awoken from his sleep (and specially not with cold water), woke up and got very very angry. He flapped his wings and flew over his castle and roared and roared at the sea, calling it names for having wet him without any reason. The sea told the dragon that the little girl had given him cake, and so it was his duty to help her, so maybe the dragon should go talk to the little girl. And then the dragon saw the little girl, sitting on an old tree trunk atop the hill, watching him flying angrily around. So he turned into a pigeon again, and went and perched on a rock in front of the little girl.

‘Little girl, what do you want? Why do you throw cold water on me this early in the morning? If your mama awoke you like that, would you like it?’

‘Please sir, dragon sir, I would just like to have my name back.’ The little girl said, ‘this was why I had to wake you up, sir.’

‘But I cannot give you your name back, little girl,’ the dragon said, ‘because your name is a treasure, and we dragons hoard treasure and never let it go. And your name is a particularly shiny treasure. In fact I quite like it, and have kept it in my heart. So, go back, little one. I am not giving your name back to you.’

‘How mean of you!’ the little girl exclaimed! ‘You would let me pass my entire life being called little girl or little one just because you like my name!’

‘Yes, because I like your name very very much,’ said the dragon.

At this the little girl got very angry. She stood up from the log and told the dragon, ‘Why, Mr. Dragon, that is not nice of you at all, and I am very angry at you.’

At this, the dragon laughed and said, ‘Why you are such a little girl, and I am such a big dragon.’ And turned again from pigeon shape to dragon shape. ‘What can a little girl like you do to me, then?’

The little girl was very angry and said, ‘Why, I will…I will…I will pinch your nose, I am so angry!’

At this, the dragon got very angry, because dragons love their noses very much and the thought of having it pinched by such a little girl angered and scared the dragon. He stood tall to his full height, and prepared to breathe fire at the girl. But the wind, who had been warned by the sun to be ready, started blowing again, and the little girl smartly held on to the log and the wind lifted them in the air. The dragon, very angry, gave them chase and up and up and up and up they went. And they went up till they came close to the sun.

And the sun (who had also liked the cake very much, thank you) was very angry at the dragon blazed very fast and very hard at the dragon and burnt him black as coal, while the wind smartly took the little girl away from the sun and set her down back at the dragon’s island, on the little hill. The dragon, burnt as hard and black as coal fell through the air and fell through the air and fell through the air, until he reached the hill, too. And he fell very hard. In fact, he fell so hard that he broke on contact with the hill and little black coal like pieces of him scattered on the hill. But one golden, shiny like fire piece remained and the little girl went to it, and picked it in her hand. And it burned like fire to look at, but was very cool to touch, for it was the dragon’s cold heart. And on this heart was written the little girl’s name.

And that was how the little one found her name.

By Morpheus

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