Seed's in a rather thoughtful mood this week, and thought he might try his hand at telling a little fairytale, just to shake off some writer's block...And so that he can have a story to tell
this little one when he sits with her.
"I know a story I heard once. It's about a place in this forest, one I'm rather fond of; it's a place of beauty and of wonder, and I hope you'll think its legend is likewise, since I thought I might try my hand at telling it to you...
De Drinkplaats Legend
Once upon a time, there was a fountain. Its creation is a story for another day, so let it be a fountain. It was a fountain for remembering; it remembered the water pumped from it endlessly, and so the water flowed endlessly, even long after its creators stopped pumping the handle. It was a gentle fountain, and every day the creatures of the forest came to drink from the water and splash in pool formed by the white stone at its base.
This time in the forest was not very peaceful, however, and one day when the sun was high and blazing hot, scorching its way through the trees, a little dove came flying to the fountain with ragged wingbeats. It hardly looked like the same creature the fountain had always known; the doves who had always come to see the fountain before were white, but this one was stained red with blood. The blood of the dove drained pink into the fountain’s waters, and her breath moved her chest only slightly, with the quick flickering of a dying flame.
“Oh, little dove,” said the fountain “whatever has happened to you?”
“It was the beasts who roam the forest. They leapt upon me while I was flying, and ripped me to pieces,” said the dove in a thin voice. “I am going to die.”
“Surely there must be something I can do to help,” cried the fountain. But the dove shook her head.
“It is too late for me,” said the dove.