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Friday, March 13, 2009

Lily Gets Lost

Lily the little lavender unicorn was a sweet girl and very curious. She was always asking her mother questions like,

"Mama, why is the butterfly painted?" or
"Mama, where does the butterfly go?" or
"Mama, what is in that grass over there?" or
"Mama, who is that over there with the long ears that is going hoppity hoppity?" or
"Mama, when are we going to get to that lovely garden we are going to?"

Lavender, Lily's mama, loved her dearly but she became weary of all the questions and started to answer them with shorter and shorter answers. So the first day Lily asked, "Mama, why are butterflies painted?" Her mama replied, "Butterflies are painted because mother nature is protecting them from predators. Butterflies sometimes blend into their environment and sometimes they are painted to look like more frightening insects so the birds will not want to eat them."

The second day Lily asked, her mother replied, "Butterflies are painted because Mother Nature is trying to protect them."

The third day Lily asked, her mother replied, "Mother Nature painted butterflies."

The fourth day Lily asked, her mother replied, "Aren't they pretty?"

The fifth time Lily asked, her mother replied, "Yes dear."

Lily became confused that all the answers were different every day so she decided to find out the answers to all her questions alone. So she asked her mother,

"Mama? May I go exploring in the long grass?"

Her mother replied, "Yes, dear."

Now, of course her mother did not want Lily going exploring in the long grass. The grass was taller than Lily and there were snakes and spiders and other animals there. There might be rabbit holes she could fall into. She might even get lost and go far away. But Lily's mother didn't really hear the question. She was just saying "Yes, dear" because that is what she had been saying lately.

Lily didn't know that so she ran off into the long grass while her mother was busy grazing and eating clover in the meadow. She didn't really know where to go, but just then she saw the thing with long ears that was hoppity hoppitying and she decided to find out what THAT was too. So off Lily galloped, after the hoppity hoppity thing. But the hoppity hoppity thing was very very quick so Lily soon lost track of it and stopped to rest.

Lily Sighed. "That hoppity thing must be a fairy because it disappeared - so it must have magic." Just then she realized that the sky was gone. All she could see was green grass all around her. Up, down, to the side and all around. It was very strange and a bit scary. Where was the sky?

"Oh no! The hoppity hoppity fairy has stolen the sky!" she said to herself, "I must go warn the other creatures in the meadow."

So Lily galloped through the green grass and soon she came upon a nice big fat earthworm who was burrowing himself in and out of the soft dirt.

"The hoppity thing has stolen the sky!" warned Lily.

'What is a sky?" asked the earthworm.

So Lily went on her way.

Then Lily saw a grasshopper. He was hopping in and out of the grass. One minute he would disappear and the next moment he would be on the ground again.

"The hoppity thing has stolen the sky!" warned Lily.

"Oh, don't worry," said the grasshopper, "The sky comes and goes. Sometimes I see it and sometimes I don't. It is a very silly sky. I am sure it will come back soon. See? There it is...oops...there is goes...there it is....there it goes...."

Lily had no idea what the grasshopper was talking about so she went on her way.

She was running so fast she scared a butterfly out of the meadow grass.

"Stop! Butterfly! The hoppity thing has stolen the sky!" Lily said.

"What? You mean if I fly up out of this grass there will be no sky?"

"Yes, said Lily. The sky is gone. There is no telling WHAT is out there!"

The butterfly became very upset.

"What can we do?" He asked Lily.

"We can find my mother," replied Lily, "She can do anything."

So the butterfly and Lily wandered through the grass calling "Maaaaamaaaaaa! Maaaaamaaaaa!"

"Can I ask you a question?" said Lily.

"Sure." said the butterfly, who was tired of yelling "Maaaaamaaaaa"

"Why are you painted?"

"Oh, that is easy," replied the butterfly, "I am painted because when I was born my mother chose the most beautiful and fashionable clothes for me because she loves me."

'You mean it is not to protect you against preda...preda....prediters?"

"Whwhwhaaat are prediters?" asked the young butterfly.

"Nevermind," said Lily. She had not meant to scare him.

Suddenly they both heard a voice. It was coming from above them, from above the grass.

"What is THAT?" asked Lily.

"Oh. That is the wind talking." said the butterfly, "It is saying:

Butterfly glide
On the poem
I recite
As I blow
Through the sky.

"Wow!" exclaimed Lily. I always wondered what the wind was saying.

Just then the wind's voice came closer and closer. It was now saying Lily's name.

Lily ran towards the voice and the butterfly followed her.

"Mama!" said Lily. She was so happy that she jumped out of the grass with joy to kiss her mama on the nose.

Just then, the butterfly, perched on her nose said, "Lily! Look! The sky is back!"

"See? I told you my mother could do anything." Lily replied proudly.

"Well, I need to go home to my mama too," said the butterfly.

'Thank you for answering all my questions," said Lily to the butterfly, "Now I know that butterflies are very fashionable, that the hoppity thing is an evil fairy that can make the sky disappear and that the green grass hides many strange creatures. Right mama?"

But Lily's mama was just very happy to see her and gave her a big kiss on the nose and said, "Yes, dear."

Saturday, March 7, 2009

CandyCanicorn Falls Into the Hot Chocolate

Ever since I made this little gal she has been into everything in the house. Perhaps that is why I have had a hard time adopting her out. But I don't have time to go into all the trouble she has gotten into! I will just share with you what she did last week.

Candy - as I call her for short - actually loves the snow. She loves everything Christmas - all year around - snow, red and green, pine treets, gifts, anything that reminds her of the holidays. Her favorite food is candy canes, of course. We go through about ten boxes of candy canes a month when she is around.

But last month she discovered a new favorite food - marshmallows. I don't know how she found out where I hid them. She must have been peeking in the window one day when we were making hot chocolate? All I know is that one morning I woke up and she had her head in a cup of hot chocolate (she barely missed getting chocolate all over her lovely mane) and marshmallows.

"What are you doing????" I said. I was not in the best of moods. I had just woken up, it was supposed to be a relaxing weekend, I was looking forward to a peaceful breakfast while the kids were sleeping in - the last thing I needed to do was to deal with a unicorn on my breakfast table messing it up with chocolate and sticky marshmallows.

"I am eating snow!" replied Candy, very excited.

"Snow? You brought SNOW in the house?"

At this point I was a bit panicked. One never knows what will happen with a unicorn around and had no idea how MUCH snow she was capable of bringing into the house.

"Yes, this lovely, sticky sweet snow," Candy smiled, "It tastes much better than the snow outside."

She was talking about the marshmallows.

"You have much better snow in here than we have outside. I am wondering what else is better in here? I see those pretty yellow birds you have in the cage - those are prettier than the sparrows we have outside. Do you have better trees and sky in here too?" Asked Candy.

"You don't understand," I replied, "This is not like outside - this is INSIDE - hint - where unicorns are NOT SUPPOSED TO BE!"

Candy still didn't understand.

"So your is white now. Is it always white or does it change colors at night? And your trees - they are all silver and brown and have cloth and hats hanging from them. Those are pretty. Your grass is interesting too. It is different colors in different parts of the house. But it does not taste good."

I looked down and noticed a big hole in my carpet. I had thought my rabbit chewed that hole there, but now I realized who the real culprit was. I decided it would just be best not to try to explain things to her, but to use her ideas to help me get her back outside.

"The sky never changes color in here" I replied. It is always white. "We don't have sparkly stars, or a shiny moon or a sunrise, or a sunset. The grass does not taste good and the trees are not good for climbing at all. It is much more fun outside."

Candy put another mini marshmallow in her mouth and was silent for a while.

"I suppose you are right," she sighed. "I think I will go live outside again. But can I take some marshmallows with me?"

And that is how I ened up sprinkling marshmallows on my front lawn every day at sunset. My neighbors think I am a bit crazy but I know it is the best thing. If I didn't - who knows - I may wake up some morning and find a snowman in my livingroom or a unicorn in my kitchen cupboard.

Saturday, December 20, 2008

Firefly & Dragonfly Keep Warm

Dragonfly has always been one of my favorite mother's. She is full of fire and energy and always has something new and exciting for her little unicorn children to do. She even named her child firefly because he reminded her of the little fireflies that flit to and fro in the moonlight in the garden. However, one problem I have with Dragonfly is that she always needs to be warm. She would be happy if we all lived in the desert. This winter was hard for her as it was snowing almost every day in Iowa, so Dragonfly was always sneaking into the house with firefly to warm herself up.
Before I leave the house I always make sure all the unicorns are safe in the backyard with the gate closed. We live by a main street so I don't want them getting out and getting injured or anything. Sometimes they do sneak out to walk along the bike trail, but I made them promise only to use the shortcut across the neighbor's lawn for this and not the main street.
However, today when I arrived home I found Dragonfly and her baby standing on my dinner table with a lit candle!
"That is so dangerous!" I reprimanded her. "Listen, I don't mind if you come in the house to warm up now and then but I have to request that you don't light fire while you are in here. OK?"
Dragonfly looked at me a bit defiantly. Choleric unicorns are like choleric children, they don't take to being reprimanded very well. So I softened my tone a bit.
"Could I please request that you not light the candles when I am not home?" I asked her.
"Why? Don't you think I can handle a candle? I am a fire unicorn!"
I agreed.
"Yes, you are, but you are a special kind. You are made of wool. And I am afraid you will burn or that firefly will jump around and knock the candle over - you know he is much younger than you and not as careful."
That seemed to work. Flattery always helps with fire unicorns.
But then there was the issue of the mirror. How did that mirror get down off of my wall?
When I left the house it was hanging near the entrace to the house and when I came back it was off the wall and on the table with two unicorns on top.
"How did you get the mirror there?" I asked Dragonfly.
"What's a mirror?"
"It is that shiny thing you have your dirty hoof prints all over now" I snapped back, a bit irritated at having to deal with unicorns when I really should have been cooking dinner.
"Uh....." replied Dragonfly.
That did not sound good. I almost didn't want to ask again.
"Can you please tell me?" I repeated.
Dragonfly swished her mane a bit and hemmed and hawed and then finally answered, "It was magic."
"Magic? You expect me to believe that you magically got the mirror off the wall???"
"Yes, it was magic."
"HOW magic?" I pressed her for an answer.
"Well, that big doll over there - she got it down off the wall and she set it on the table. I think she was using the hook for something."
"The Doll?"
"Yes," replied firefly, who spoke for the first time, "Dat dowil offer dair."
I looked at where they were pointing.
"That is not a DOLL!" That is my daughter Sofi!
"Oh, well she is a nice doll."
Finally I had to ask the final question. I was almost scared to hear the reply.
"So why are you playing with fire on the mirror?"
"Oh!" said Dragonfly, "that is very easy to answer. It was so cold and snowy outside, and we wanted to be warm so we came inside to light a candle. Then we noticed that whatever was in front of this - what do you call it again - mirror? Oh yes, that everything in front of this mirror became two - so we lit one candle and then when we put it in front of the mirror it became two so we were warmer."
At that point I decided any further conversation was probably pointless so I let them back outside - but this time I gave them a couple coats to wear too.
If you are interested in buying Firefly or any of her sisters or brothers you can visit my ETSY store by clicking on one of the pictures at the right.