Post by EarlyBird on Aug 25, 2007 8:58:15 GMT 9.5
Kinda sad today and well when I am sad I write so here it goes. Like the storyteller only a new story I made up from scratch.
The Girl And The Music Box
StoryTeller: (sitting infront of the fire with his dog). One day in a far away land lived a girl. Her life was so happy and full of goodness until one day she was given a treasured music box by a well wisher. (image of an old cloaked woman with the dark haired girl). Take good care of it she said. And great things await you inside. But the girl tempted to refuse the gift would not take it. With a shake of her head the woman infront of her turned into a beautiful Queen.
Queen: Take the box my dear and all your dreams will come true.
Storyteller: Or so she said...gold...treasure. Candy. Anything she wanted the girl thought. But what was it her mother always told her.
Mother: Don't take thing's from strangers.
Storyteller: But the girl ignored her mothers voice and accepted the box, with a small curtsey she skipped inside holding the box under her arm.
Later that night the girl opened the box to find nothing in there but a small coin. So shiney and small was the coin. But it made the girl smile. It was good enough for her...but then she watched as the coin became boiling hot and dropped it to the floor. Withing seconds...minutes...hours it had turned her room into a room of doors. Coloured and numbered, each with it's own picture. But what should she do? Which door first?
more to come...
The Girl And The Music Box
StoryTeller: (sitting infront of the fire with his dog). One day in a far away land lived a girl. Her life was so happy and full of goodness until one day she was given a treasured music box by a well wisher. (image of an old cloaked woman with the dark haired girl). Take good care of it she said. And great things await you inside. But the girl tempted to refuse the gift would not take it. With a shake of her head the woman infront of her turned into a beautiful Queen.
Queen: Take the box my dear and all your dreams will come true.
Storyteller: Or so she said...gold...treasure. Candy. Anything she wanted the girl thought. But what was it her mother always told her.
Mother: Don't take thing's from strangers.
Storyteller: But the girl ignored her mothers voice and accepted the box, with a small curtsey she skipped inside holding the box under her arm.
Later that night the girl opened the box to find nothing in there but a small coin. So shiney and small was the coin. But it made the girl smile. It was good enough for her...but then she watched as the coin became boiling hot and dropped it to the floor. Withing seconds...minutes...hours it had turned her room into a room of doors. Coloured and numbered, each with it's own picture. But what should she do? Which door first?
more to come...