I Saw a Butterfly for the First Time in My Life

The mist in the air was quite refreshing after a long day in the kitchen.  I gazed upon the waterfall as subtle droplets fell upon my feet.  The water lilies sat on the surface of the stream and a small butterfly was mounted on the bright pink flower.  I reached out my hand for it to come to me, but it quickly flew away.  Did I smell that bad?  Flour and sunbaked soil didn’t mix well from personal experiences.  If I lived in such a magical place such as this, the slightest smell would disturb me.  I realize it’s time to get cleaned up.

I decided to walk back home to shower and get the kids situated before the night fell.  Disgusting I thought, but it felt like a second layer of skin, something I was too attached to.  I rung the towel under the water and rubbed it all across my skin.  The warmth relaxed every muscle in my left arm, from trying to fix the back wheel on our wagon.  As my mother always told me, hard work will always pay off.

A little butterfly came by and sat right on Farkle's bicycle.  This was the exact same butterfly that I had seen earlier by the falls.  This time when I extended my hand, it gently crawled up my finger.  The birds were finally coming to life and flew from the tree right above my head.  What are the odds of seeing the same butterfly in one day?  I was quite fascinated. 

A Walk Down to the Swamp

The sand was cold and wet, as it seeped its way in between my toes.  From the far end of the lake I could see the weary, jagged rocks hanging at the bottom of the cliff.  Before I made my way down there, I took in a breath to realize where I was.  The smell of the air was rotten like stale water.  It burned my nose with an acidic feel.  Far beyond the horizon, there was a large boat with fringes and stretched canvas covers.  I sprinted towards the water to get a closer look.

I stepped into the water to let them cool.  Once I looked down, I couldn’t see my reflection.  The water had taken the color of the nasty scum.  I dipped my hand in the water that felt like mud, and pulled out a load of seaweed.  I was disgusted.  I wondered if I had time to go back, but the magenta sky was fading to a dark blue.  The fluffed clouds were drifting away into the night air.  I gazed at the moon, which was the only bit of light.  .


Rusted ironwork, chipped paint, and dried blood were on the side of the building.  I stood at the edge of the cliff, peering down at the deserted brown water with no living thing.  I hated the swamp, but I never told anyone.  It was my new home.  It was just a place to get away.

Donkey and His Donkey Babies

We were very surprised today to see Donkey and Dragon come by the swamp.  The last time I had seen their babies was the day after they were born.  Surely they weren't babies anymore.  In fact, they were quite barbaric.    They hung from our chandelier-like lamp on the ceiling, and threw food across the room at one another.  Felicia was startled and ended up locking herself in the room.  Farkle was very interested and went right along with them.  I'm not sure where my other child was now that I think of it.


I'm not going to complain because we barely see Donkey anymore ever since he started his family.  I do know that they won't be coming back for quite a while.  Now I will spend the rest of the evening cleaning the frog jam from under the table.

After Breakfast

After a long morning of cooking fish eyes and rat tails, I longed for the bed that called me name.  I wasn't surprised when Shrek told me to get up because he needed help putting on his pants.  Neither of us did anything since the children were born, so we spent our lives slaving over hot pots and pans cooking dinner.  This dinner did wonders for him and put a few pounds on his lower stomach.  After I was able to pull them up passed his knees, I tried holding the buttons inward to fasten them together.  The buttons didn't move.  Instead they popped off his pants and hit me in the eye.

Now I am walking around with a cotton patch over the left side of my face. As if I wasn't hideous enough.  

Fergus Farkle & Felicia

I stayed up all night after having endless visions of the children.  They has just finished picking poison berries from the Merky Forest before I called for them.  After about seven minutes, I realized that I hadn't heard a single sound from the three of them.  I grew worried and started for them on the trail.  I found Fergus' red rubber ball, Farkle's green and yellow scarf, and Felicia's talking doll along the dirt path that led to my fairy godmother's old cottage.


Startled, I woke up from this deep sleep.  My forehead was moist and I ran into the room next to ours, only to find the children fast asleep.  Every night I see my fairy godmother's face and can only hope that she doesn't come anywhere near my family.

Magical Realism in the Land Far Far Away

I waited for the first Sunday of every month to have dinner with my parents.  For the longest, we would have dinner in the castle.  Now that I am free, I can walk to their home and dine with two people I have missed most. On my way to the Land Far Far Away, I saw most of my old friends.  The elfs had grown almost a half and inch since I had seen them and the ginger fairies grew their new wings.  

I was pleased to see that they all greeted me with such joy and compassion.  It felt as if I never left.  I walked into the golden doors and saw the dinner table about fifty feet ahead of me.  My mother's smile was just as beautiful as I remembered, and my father's eyes resembled the green waters to the north.  I sat at the end of the table, thinking about the life I once lived.  I questioned whether or not I made the right decision in changing who I naturally was.  

Each bite of bread and each spoonful of soup, I stared into their eyes trying to see if I could hear what I was thinking.  They probably looked at me in disgust and wondered what they gave birth to.  I couldn't help but smile.  Once dinner was over, I followed one of the ginger fairies out of the castle and onto the stone road.  I guess I'll never know what they were really thinking.

I Remember My Fairy Godmother

As I combed each strand of auburn hair, I felt a dark shadow hover over me.  I was too hesitant to look up, so I stared at the ground, trying to make out who this creature was.  She whispered in my ear with a soft and subtle voice, and I knew automatically who she was.  She didn't move, so I asked her why had she come all of a sudden.  I hadn't seen my fairy godmother in almost three years so her presence was a bit absurd.  She brushed her hand across my cheek and told me she was sent by my parents.  She told me she didn't want me to blame her for my future, but that one day I will understand her purpose. 

She saw how concerned I was and told me not to worry.  At that moment, I wasn't quite sure what was happening.  But she took out her golden wand and waved it over my head.  Her fine voices gently surrounded me and she chanted these exact words, "By night one way, by day another, thus shall be the norm.  Till you receive true love's kiss, then take love's true form."  And that is the reason I currently look like this.