Taking it as it comes...

My ~creativity~ has not been coming or flowing in it's usual form and lately i find myself placing little letters (in a specially placed letter~box on my back fence) to the little boy who lives 'out the back'... My last letter was in the form of a cartoon and this is the follow up tale...

By happy co-incidence a story is being told (as i tap on the laptop upon my knee) on my telly by a writer (Margaret Mahy ONZ (born in Whakatane, New Zealand on 21 March 1936) is a well-known New Zealand author of children's and young adult books. While the plots of many of her books have strong supernatural elements, her writing concentrates on the themes of human relationships and growing up) and about how she creates her stories and her writing processes...



Anyway this is my tale for the little boy (his name has been changed for privacy reasons) 'out-back' as it came straight from my pen... in encouragement of his sometimes much unappreciated (by his peers) but ~wonderful~ imagination...

A longer Faerie ~tale about a magical forest
and the remarkable young man who lived there...

Once upon a time, in a beautiful green valley where all the magical creatures lived, there also lived a remarkable young man called Jacques`. He was much admired by the people who lived happily by the sparkling river that ran through the picturesque valley, for he had the magical ability to understand the language of the forest creatures that lived close by in the tree filled hills. As a child he spent many long hours sitting in the dappled sunlight that filtered through the pretty green leaves, until the forest animals came to trust him as one of their own... Down in the valley the villagers would hear his sparkling laughter as it drifted down upon the breeze and it would always make them smile, even on the gloomiest of days... As a little child with golden hair, he would come skipping down the hills full of smiles and very interesting stories of magical things. Some of his tales spoke of unusual animals and their different languages and of tiny little faerie folke and their everyday comings and goings. Sometimes his stories were so fantastical that some of the villagers could hardly believe him, but even those non-believers would still ask him questions as their hearts filled with a wonderful cheerfulness that they couldn't deny... And dear sweet Jacques` would always make time to sit with the villagers in the evenings, by specially built bonfires sprinkled with sweet smelling leaves from the magical forest floor, to relay his amazing stories. I remember particularly his excitement, how his eyes would sparkle as he recounted his adventures, how my heart would fill with joyfulness and i would magically find myself remembering some similar such fantastical times in my own youth too! ... And such was the magic of the remarkable young man called Jacques` and his wonderfully magical life.

...And the moral of this story
is that the magic is not necessarily in the tale itself but in the telling
...and the sharing



*For Jacques` who is a remarkable young man too

X:-)