I don’t think it’s a secret that I love fairy tales. I always have. They were the first stories told to me, the first stories I read, and the first movies I saw. A friend treated me to the opening night, and I mean the very first performance of Beauty and The Beast before it went to Broadway and it was amazing, I felt like a little girl in a magical world. Even though that friendship has faded it truly was one of the best nights of my life, and maybe the best gift I have ever received. So yeah, fairytales, I dig ’em.
When the offered a class on fairy tales at KeepStPeteLit I had to take it, and I learned a lot, in that I knew it, but never knew it like that kinda way. I learned about the flatness of characters, and how Fairytales, at least the ones I grew up reading, tell don’t show, which is exactly what we, as writers today shouldn’t do. It’s always show, don’t tell, right? When you read a fairytale, you believe that magic is normal, of course, there are bears who have built a nice little house in the forest, naturally, the animals talk, and we use our imagination to fill in a bare-bones story. We were given 15 minutes to write our own fairy tale and I thought I would share mine.
There was a girl that went into the woods every day to pick raspberries. One day a fox was caught in the brambles and the girl carefully helped him out of the bush and pulled all the thorns from his paws. By the time she was done, it was dark. She had gathered no raspberries and returned home with an empty basket. Her mother was angry. She used the berries to make jams and cookies and sold them at the market. Tomorrow there would be nothing to sell. She told the girl that she would have to pick twice the amount she usually gathered the next day. That morning when the girl awoke, she discovered two baskets filled with berries, jams, tarts, and cookies on the front step. Little pawprints led from the door to the forest. Every day from then on, the baskets would appear by the door. The mother was very happy the girl had a kind heart and helped the fox because now she could send the girl into the woods to gather blueberries, offering a wider variety of product, doubling her inventory and sales at the market. She prayed her daughter would come across a wounded bear while picking blueberries. Then the cash would really be rolling in.