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The Squirrel and the Dragon: A Fantasy Short Story

Once upon a time, in a little cottage atop a tall tree in a little forest, there lived a little squirrel named Chestnut. Every morning, Chestnut loved to take her little basket and go on nature walks to collect little colorful flowers in the meadows. She would make bouquets and flower wreaths and sell them at the market square. But one day, when Chestnut went on a walk to collect more flowers, she found a big black hill blocking her way. The big black hill was very strange, because instead of being covered with green grass, it was covered in black scales that shimmered in the sunlight. Another strange thing about the big black hill was that it moved up and down, almost as if it were breathing. “I don’t know how this strange hill got here,” Chestnut said to herself. “But I’ll just climb over it.” Chestnut clambered up the big black hill. It was a little difficult, since it kept moving up and down, but thanks to her determination, Chestnut managed to reach the very top. “I did it!” Chest...

The Frog with the Umbrella


On a rainy, foggy day, I saw a frog

With a raincoat and umbrella.

She was at the bus stop,

Claiming she was visiting Cinderella.


“She’s getting married this week,

To a very handsome prince.

I hear he’s a nice fellow.

His name is Quince.”


“That’s very nice,” I said,

Though I was a little confused.

“But how did you meet Cinderella?”

The frog looked a little amused.


“When her stepmother was very cruel,

Cinderella cried at the wishing well.

I comforted her when I saw her,

For by the well is where I dwell.


“And right when I was comforting her

The fairy godmother came.

And as many people already know

Cinderella’s life was never the same.”


“Then what brought you here to Tennessee?”

I asked, even more perplexed than ever.

“I came to visit some other friends,” she said,

“Look, see, we took a picture together.”


In the photo she was smiling

Alongside frogs and mice,

All wearing dresses and bonnets.

They all looked quite nice.


“That’s lovely,” I said.

But one thing I found upsetting

Was that I had no idea how the frog

Would get to Cinderella’s wedding .


However, I quickly got an answer

For here came a pumpkin carriage!

The frog leapt inside with glee. 

“Farewell! I’m off to witness the marriage!”


I waved farewell to the frog

And the carriage vanished into the fog.

“Did I hallucinate the whole talk

With the strange talking frog?”


I looked down at the ground

And behold, a tiny umbrella!

I picked it up and smiled.

Perhaps she’ll get a new one from Cinderella.

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