baby mermaid hatched from egg

 

The Fairies William Allingham

 Up the airy mountain,

Down the rushy glen,
We daren’t go a-hunting
For fear of little men;
Wee folk, good folk,
Trooping all together;
Green jacket, red cap,
And white owl’s feather!

Down along the rocky shore
Some make their home,
They live on crispy pancakes
Of yellow tide-foam;
Some in the reeds
Of the black mountain-lake,
With frogs for their watchdogs,
All night awake.

High on the hill-top
The old King sits;
He is now so old and grey
He’s nigh lost his wits.
With a bridge of white mist
Columbkill he crosses,
On his stately journeys
From Slieveleague to Rosses;
Or going up with the music
On cold starry nights,
To sup with the Queen
Of the gay Northern Lights.

They stole little Bridget
For seven years long;
When she came down again
Her friends were all gone.
They took her lightly back,
Between the night and morrow,
They thought that she was fast asleep,
But she was dead with sorrow.
They have kept her ever since
Deep within the lake,
On a bed of fig-leaves,
Watching till she wake.

By the craggy hillside,
Through the mosses bare,
They have planted thorn trees
For my pleasure, here and there.
Is any man so daring
As dig them up in spite,
He shall find their sharpest thorns
In his bed at night.

Up the airy mountain,
Down the rushy glen,
We daren’t go a-hunting
For fear of little men;
Wee folk, good folk,
Trooping all together;
Green jacket, red cap,

And white owl’s feather 

Alegory of long spoons

 

family storytimes

 

Let it go

harry potter

welcome to the shadow-lands

there was once an adolescent boy, who getting bored of being having nothing to do at home, decided to hike around in the woods around where he lived. it was around dusk, and he did not pay much attention to where he was going or how long he was taking. he was merely there to have fun. but he took so long that it was no longer light out and there was a fog that came over the land. he was frightened, and called out for someone to help him, but nobody came. he did not recognize anything, because of the darkness, and began to cry. it was then that he heard out of the darkness, "None of this is real. I can show you the truth."

Riddle in the dark

Cinderella

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