tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32840332941740077342023-11-15T08:36:31.995-08:00The Tangle FairiesShare in a child's vision by reading the story of "The Tangle Fairies" written by Isabella at the age of three and other stories written by Isabella (now four years old).Becky Fyfehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01595020500346331076noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3284033294174007734.post-47836104365886758422013-09-02T02:08:00.000-07:002013-09-03T02:12:11.809-07:00The Animal Fairy<br />
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<span lang="EN-GB"><i>by Isabella Fyfe (age 8)</i></span><br />
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Once there was a fairy named Annabelle. Annabelle was an Animal Fairy. She
loved animals. She would do anything to keep them safe. Her job was to look
after the animals in the forest and anywhere else she found them and to make
sure that they were safe, had a place to live and had food to eat. She also
helped tend to sick animals and tried to heal them with special herbs and
plants that she would find in the forest.
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<span lang="EN-GB">She did such a good job of taking care of
the animals in the forest that, before long, there were too many animals in the
forest for her to take care of on her own. She didn’t know what she was going
to do.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">One day, a little girl named Rose, who
lived in a house near the forest, wandered into the forest to play. Rose came
across a baby fox with its paws caught between two large rocks. Rose carefully
lifted one of the heavy rocks off of the fix, freeing it so it could run back
to its den.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Annabelle was watching as Rose saved the
fox kit and it gave her an idea. She flew up to Rose and hovered in the air in
front of her.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Rose’s eyes grew big. “Oh cool! A fairy!”</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Annabelle explained, “My name is Annabelle
and I’m an Animal Fairy. I take care of the animals here. Unfortunately, there
are too many animals for me to take care of by myself. Do you think you could
help me?”</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">“Sure!” Rose answered. “What do you need me
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<span lang="EN-GB">“Well, when you see an animal in trouble,
you can help it like you just helped that little fix kit. And do you think you
could come into the forest sometimes and pick up the rubbish that people leave
behind? Sometimes the animals get stuck in packaging or they eat food that
people leave behind and it makes them sick.”</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Rose promised to help and she kept her
word, helping Annabelle whenever she had some free time. Because of her help,
Annabelle was able to continue taking care of all of the animals in the forest.</span></div>
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<i>by Isabella Fyfe (age 8)</i><br />
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There was a little girl named Izzy. She was ten years old and had
black hair and sparkling green eyes. She believed in fairies. Everyone
told her they weren’t real. Her best friend Sally thought she was silly
to believe in them. Her brother Zack thought she was stupid to believe
in them, and her parents just shook their heads when she talked about
fairies. But Izzy knew they were real.<br />
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The problem with believing in fairies is that fairies try very hard
not to let anyone see them. They wanted people to think they didn’t
exist.<br />
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Because Izzy believed with all her heart that fairies were real, one
day, she was able to see them. She was walking home from school. It had
rained earlier but the sun was out as she walked, and there was a
beautiful rainbow in the sky. When Izzy looked closer at the rainbow,
she saw the fairies.<br />
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There were hundreds of them! They all had different coloured paint
brushes. They were flitting about in the air, painting the colours in
the rainbow. Izzy smiled to herself. No one would ever believe how
rainbows really got their colours if she told them about this.<br />
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The fairies were scared that she could see them, fearing that the
secret about them being real would be revealed to others, but Izzy
assured them that she wouldn’t tell anyone she had actually seen them.
No one ever believed her when she told them fairies were real anyway.<br />
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Izzy had always known the truth about fairies. And now she had seen
them with her own eyes too! She continued her walk home with a big smile
on her face.<br />
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Originally written on February 25th, 2011<br />
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<i>by Isabella, 5 years old</i><br />
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There once was a little girl named Flowa. Flowa had long blonde hair and blue eyes. She had a lovely smile. One day she was taking a walk and looking at pretty flowers. She heard a sound like the flutter of a bird’s wing and looked up. She saw lots and lots of clouds that were shaped like lots of different dogs. Flowa loved dogs, especially dalmations, so she thought the clouds were really great.<br />
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She was watching as the clouds started to drift and change into different shapes when she noticed a tiny little wand sticking out from behind one of the clouds. She knew it must belong to a fairy, but how could she get the fairy to come and talk to her? <br />
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Flowa had an idea. She ran home quickly and painted a large sign on some cardboard that said “I love fairies,” and then she went back outside. She held the sign up so that the little fairy (who she assumed owned the wand) could see it.<br />
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The little fairy saw her sign and flew down to talk to her. The fairy’s wings looked like clouds and she wore a sparkly blue dress that was the color of the sky. Her hair was long and golden pink like the sunset. The fairy told her that she was a Cloud Fairy and it was her job to shape the clouds into shapes that people would recognize. That was why people so often saw shapes of different things when they looked up at the clouds. She told Flowa that there were lots of Cloud Fairies. <br />
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Flowa and the little Cloud Fairy talked for a while and then the Cloud Fairy had to get back to her work of shaping the clouds, so Flowa went home. Flowa liked the little Cloud Fairy and always remembered her whenever she noticed a shape in the clouds.<br />
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Originally written on July 10th, 2010<br />
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by Isabella, 4 years old<br />
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There once was a little girl named Rosie who loved to take baths. She always took long baths and played with bath toys. She also loved bubble baths and liked having lots of soapy bubbles in the water. Sometimes she laid down in the bath and pretended she was a mermaid floating in the ocean. <br />
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The only problem with taking long baths was that, by the time she got out of the bath, the skin on her fingers would wrinkle up and look like skin-colored prunes. Rosie decided to find out why this happened. She came up with a plan.<br />
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The next time she took a long bath, Rosie only to pretended to be playing. She also didn’t put any bubbles in the bath. She kept her eyes looking at her fingers the whole time. After she had been in the bath for a while, she saw lots of little sparkles in one part of the water. Soon the sparkles turned into a tiny little mermaid! <br />
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The mermaid had fairy wings and she swam over to Rosie’s fingers. She had a magic seashell and used it to spray magic water at Rosie’s fingers. Everywhere that the magic water hit Rosie’s fingers, the skin would wrinkle up. <br />
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Rosie reached down into the water and picked up the mermaid fairy. At first, the mermaid fairy was frightened, but Rosie told her not to be afraid. Rosie learned that the tiny mermaid’s name was Flower. Flower explained that she and others like her were Water-Wrinkle Fairies. She told Rosie that she was sorry for causing the wrinkles on her fingers, but it never lasted and it was something that water-wrinkle fairies always did. Flower explained that she and other mermaid fairies thought it was very funny to do and it made them happy.<br />
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Rosie decided that, since it never lasted long, she didn’t mind having pruned fingers. It was a small price to pay to make the pretty water-wrinkle fairies happy.<br />
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<i>by Isabella Fyfe, age 4</i></div>
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There was once a little fairy who took care of the plums that grew in a forest path next to a park. She helped the plums to grow, because she was a Plum Fairy and that is what Plum Fairies do. She only needed plums to feed her fairy friends and herself, so she only grew very tiny plums in the plum trees.<br />
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One day, a group of children wandered from the park and into the forest. The Plum Fairy hid behind some leaves on one of her plum trees and watched them. She thought they looked hungry.<br />
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The children picked a few plums, but the plums were so small that the children remained hungry. When the children left, the Plum Fairy felt sad for them and wished she had grown larger plums so that the children could have eaten enough to be filled up.<br />
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From that day onwards, she started growing larger plums. She still grew some small plums for her fairy friends and family, but she also grew large plums for whenever humans came onto the forest path, so that no one would ever have to go hungry in her forest.<br />
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<i>by Isabella, 3 years old</i><br />
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A little girl named Bella had long blonde hair, and her mommy brushed her hair every night before bed. Bella still woke up every morning with lots of tangles in her hair. It hurt to have the tangles brushed out. Bella decided to find out why her hair would get so tangled every night. <br />
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She went to bed that night but only pretended to be sleeping. Soon, she felt something tugging on her hair, so she grabbed her hand to that part of her hair. She felt something in her hand and then heard something say, “Ouch!” She looked at what she had grabbed. A tiny fairy sat in her hand. The little fairy had blue wings, was sparkly and had messy hair.<br />
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“Why are you tangling up my hair every night?” she asked the tiny fairy.<br />
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The fairy said, “Because I’m a Tangle Fairy!” <br />
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Bella could see that the Tangle Fairy was a very naughty fairy. Bella put the Tangle Fairy in her purse so that it couldn’t tangle her hair anymore. But the next morning, her hair was tangled again. Again, she set a trap. Again, she caught a Tangle Fairy. Soon, she had lots of Tangle Fairies in her purse.<br />
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She felt bad for the Tangle Fairies being trapped in her purse, so she let them all go and her mommy kept having to brush the tangles out of her hair every morning.Becky Fyfehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01595020500346331076noreply@blogger.com5