I started this blog to share my stories and I haven't even kept up posting the ones I've already written.
The last one I shared was the first of the Little Princess Stories. The one I'm sharing today was probably actually the 4th or 5th. I had one for Tiel where she was turned into a bird for an afternoon. (her nickname when she was little was T-bird), and I think there was one about the king telling the middle princess (Sara) a bedtime story. There was also one the girls helped make up one day in the car when we were running errands which I remember as turning out very good with all their additions -- we played the story game where each in turn continues the story and they did great. I don't remember if I ever wrote any of those down so I'd need to dredge them up from my bad, old-ladies memory to share them again -- I'll have to see what I can do about that. Anyway, today's story was a favorite bedtime story when the kids stayed overnight at Grandma & Grandpa's house.
Wizard Bunny
Far above everything, and everyone in his tower workroom the royal wizard sat on a tall stool. He was deeply involved in one of his favorite books of charms and lore.
The wizard was the king's most trusted advisor, the queen's friend and confidant. He was also the little princesses' favorite storyteller (next to their daddy, of course).
Here in his tower rooms he worked on plans for the king, studied numerous volumes on magic and strategy. He also practiced his spells and charms for fun and for work.
Today he was so immersed in his studies he hardly noticed anything else. As he read he practiced a gesture suggested in his book knocking over a jar of sparkling crystals.
With a glance at the spill he set the jar upright, and thought; "I ought to clean that up." He promptly forgot it as he returned to his reading.
While he sat there deep in concentration a small mouse ran along the shelf above, tipping over a box of silvery flakes. The flakes sprinkled slowly down onto the table.
Then, just as he was combining a new gesture with his favorite magical phrase Azzle - Dazzle - Dab, the wind blew in the open window, knocking over a leather pouch on the sill. The wind created a tiny cyclone of powder from the pouch, the crystals, and flakes blew up all around him just then.
"Ker-chu!" The wizard sneezed.
"Oh my," he thought. "That felt odd. My sneezes are usually much louder than that."
Puzzled, he reached up to scratch his nose. There, in front of his eyes was a small furry paw where his hand should have been. As he shook his head in amazement he saw two furry-loppy ears flipping back and forth from the sides of his head.
HE HAD BECOME A BUNNY!
Looking down to the floor he realized how far it was below the stool. He couldn't jump down from way up here in his present state. He hopped up onto the table to survey the situation, stopping to look first at the remnants on the table.
"Interesting," He thought. "Those are the ingredients of a changing spell."
He considered his options. Most of these spells were harmless, and wore off on their own in time.
"I can't do much work in this shape," he thought. "And I do deserve a break. I think I'll go play with the princesses. Just wait till they see me!"
So the little lop-eared wizard-bunny hopped carefully around the top of the table looking for a way down. Jumping first onto a pile of boxes, then to a shorter stool he finally reached the floor safely.
At the door, however, he had another problem. It was only open this much ] [. Not enough room for a chubby little bunny to get through, and he hadn't the strength to pull it open. He scratched and pulled with one little paw until he was finally able to pull it open this much ] [. Pushing his nose into that space, he wiggled and squirmed until he could squeeze in first one shoulder, then the other; finally his whole body popped through.
At the top of the long, winding stairway down to the main part of the castle he looked down in dismay.
"Oh dear," he thought. "I forgot how many stairs there are in this silly tower."
Stalwartly he began to descend - down, down, down he hopped.
Soon he felt more disheartened and tired than stalwart. About halfway down he stopped to rest, puffing and wheezing.
Looking both up and down the stairs he decided it was probably easier to go on down than to go back up. So he set off again - down, down, down, down until he finally reached the bottom.
At the bottom landing he rested a little while as he looked at another large door, which was only open this much ] [.
In went one paw again to scratch and pull until he got it open this much ] [, and could fit his nose in. Wiggling and squirming, he finally squeezed through into the hall beyond.
First to greet him as he hopped into the hall was the king's favorite hunting dog, Rex. It was very unusual to see a bunny inside the castle, and with a loud, excited "Woof" Rex began chasing the wizard-bunny. Up and down the halls they ran, in and out of so many rooms that the wizard lost count as they ran under and around furniture and people. He finally escaped by slipping into one room where he knew Rex wasn't allowed, the kitchen.
The cook's chief assistant quickly shut the door in Rex's face as he tried to chase his quarry into that forbidden room. Neither he nor anyone else noticed the little bunny hiding under the table. There the wizard-bunny sat quietly until someone opened the outside door.
The head gardener was on his way out, after bringing in fresh vegetables for dinner and visiting for a bit with the cook. When he saw a bunny headed into his garden he let out a yell, and another chase began.
Up along rows of lettuce the wizard-bunny ran, then back through the corn with the gardener close behind. Finally he found a bush to hide under where he watched the gardener run past.
Free at last to hunt for the princesses, the wizard hopped off into the flower garden. Just around some tall rose bushes he came upon them playing with their cousin.
First to see the bunny, Cousin Whitney let out a squeal; and they all ran after him. Forgetting that he wanted to play with the girls he dashed off.
Before they had gone far, he recalled his original plan. Stopping short he tripped the littlest princess who was closest behind him. Rolling over in the grass, she sat up giggling.
The middle princess grabbed one of this legs to pick him up. That hurt, so he let out a shriek, and she promptly dropped him.
"That's not how to do it," said the oldest princess, cradling him gently.
Everyone gathered around to pet the darling, chubby little bunny.
It was the littlest princess who first noticed something strange about this bunny. "Look!" She exclaimed. "He has a white star on his head, just like the wizard has in his hair."
"You're right." said the middle princess. "and here's a chain and medallion like the wizard wears on his neck."
Just then a clock in the castle began to chime the hour. When it finished the charm time ended. There sat the wizard, happy to be himself again.
The princesses laughed gaily as he related his adventures to them, and the littlest princess agreed that there were far too many steps to his tower.He was much too tired to climb all the way back up right now. So he stayed in the garden telling them stories, and making the flowers dance until dinner time. Then they all went in to tell the king and queen about the exploits of the wizard-bunny
The wizard was the king's most trusted advisor, the queen's friend and confidant. He was also the little princesses' favorite storyteller (next to their daddy, of course).
Here in his tower rooms he worked on plans for the king, studied numerous volumes on magic and strategy. He also practiced his spells and charms for fun and for work.
Today he was so immersed in his studies he hardly noticed anything else. As he read he practiced a gesture suggested in his book knocking over a jar of sparkling crystals.
With a glance at the spill he set the jar upright, and thought; "I ought to clean that up." He promptly forgot it as he returned to his reading.
While he sat there deep in concentration a small mouse ran along the shelf above, tipping over a box of silvery flakes. The flakes sprinkled slowly down onto the table.
Then, just as he was combining a new gesture with his favorite magical phrase Azzle - Dazzle - Dab, the wind blew in the open window, knocking over a leather pouch on the sill. The wind created a tiny cyclone of powder from the pouch, the crystals, and flakes blew up all around him just then.
"Ker-chu!" The wizard sneezed.
"Oh my," he thought. "That felt odd. My sneezes are usually much louder than that."
Puzzled, he reached up to scratch his nose. There, in front of his eyes was a small furry paw where his hand should have been. As he shook his head in amazement he saw two furry-loppy ears flipping back and forth from the sides of his head.
HE HAD BECOME A BUNNY!
Looking down to the floor he realized how far it was below the stool. He couldn't jump down from way up here in his present state. He hopped up onto the table to survey the situation, stopping to look first at the remnants on the table.
"Interesting," He thought. "Those are the ingredients of a changing spell."
He considered his options. Most of these spells were harmless, and wore off on their own in time.
"I can't do much work in this shape," he thought. "And I do deserve a break. I think I'll go play with the princesses. Just wait till they see me!"
So the little lop-eared wizard-bunny hopped carefully around the top of the table looking for a way down. Jumping first onto a pile of boxes, then to a shorter stool he finally reached the floor safely.
At the door, however, he had another problem. It was only open this much ] [. Not enough room for a chubby little bunny to get through, and he hadn't the strength to pull it open. He scratched and pulled with one little paw until he was finally able to pull it open this much ] [. Pushing his nose into that space, he wiggled and squirmed until he could squeeze in first one shoulder, then the other; finally his whole body popped through.
At the top of the long, winding stairway down to the main part of the castle he looked down in dismay.
"Oh dear," he thought. "I forgot how many stairs there are in this silly tower."
Stalwartly he began to descend - down, down, down he hopped.
Soon he felt more disheartened and tired than stalwart. About halfway down he stopped to rest, puffing and wheezing.
Looking both up and down the stairs he decided it was probably easier to go on down than to go back up. So he set off again - down, down, down, down until he finally reached the bottom.
At the bottom landing he rested a little while as he looked at another large door, which was only open this much ] [.
In went one paw again to scratch and pull until he got it open this much ] [, and could fit his nose in. Wiggling and squirming, he finally squeezed through into the hall beyond.
First to greet him as he hopped into the hall was the king's favorite hunting dog, Rex. It was very unusual to see a bunny inside the castle, and with a loud, excited "Woof" Rex began chasing the wizard-bunny. Up and down the halls they ran, in and out of so many rooms that the wizard lost count as they ran under and around furniture and people. He finally escaped by slipping into one room where he knew Rex wasn't allowed, the kitchen.
The cook's chief assistant quickly shut the door in Rex's face as he tried to chase his quarry into that forbidden room. Neither he nor anyone else noticed the little bunny hiding under the table. There the wizard-bunny sat quietly until someone opened the outside door.
The head gardener was on his way out, after bringing in fresh vegetables for dinner and visiting for a bit with the cook. When he saw a bunny headed into his garden he let out a yell, and another chase began.
Up along rows of lettuce the wizard-bunny ran, then back through the corn with the gardener close behind. Finally he found a bush to hide under where he watched the gardener run past.
Free at last to hunt for the princesses, the wizard hopped off into the flower garden. Just around some tall rose bushes he came upon them playing with their cousin.
First to see the bunny, Cousin Whitney let out a squeal; and they all ran after him. Forgetting that he wanted to play with the girls he dashed off.
Before they had gone far, he recalled his original plan. Stopping short he tripped the littlest princess who was closest behind him. Rolling over in the grass, she sat up giggling.
The middle princess grabbed one of this legs to pick him up. That hurt, so he let out a shriek, and she promptly dropped him.
"That's not how to do it," said the oldest princess, cradling him gently.
Everyone gathered around to pet the darling, chubby little bunny.
It was the littlest princess who first noticed something strange about this bunny. "Look!" She exclaimed. "He has a white star on his head, just like the wizard has in his hair."
"You're right." said the middle princess. "and here's a chain and medallion like the wizard wears on his neck."
Just then a clock in the castle began to chime the hour. When it finished the charm time ended. There sat the wizard, happy to be himself again.
The princesses laughed gaily as he related his adventures to them, and the littlest princess agreed that there were far too many steps to his tower.He was much too tired to climb all the way back up right now. So he stayed in the garden telling them stories, and making the flowers dance until dinner time. Then they all went in to tell the king and queen about the exploits of the wizard-bunny
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