Excerpt from Book 1:
There was a little fox once
A child loved with all her heart
She was small and soft and pretty Holly pulled her in a cart
Then one morn they went to cross
The bridge round Teardrop Bay
A wheel came loose, The cart did tip
The fox did fall away
Holly ran along the banks
And called a name so loud
Fox swam and swam with all its might
But did not come around
Once the fox was out of sight
Holly climbed a rock nearby
I’m sorry pretty fox of mine
She called, and then she cried
Oh, Stop, He croaked, a grumpy toad
Resting on the banks
You’re blocking all my sunshine
Can’t you move now, Please and Thanks?
The little girl did scoop him up
And looked him in the eye
Oh, Toad, You must have seen just now
My pretty fox go by?
Yes, He said, He puffed his cheeks
So wide, She stumbled back
A woodsman took your pretty fox
And put it in a sack.
She gasped and cried—Oh, Toad, not so.
You must have had a dream
My pretty fox was there—Right there
She pointed down the stream
Toad just huffed and puffed his cheeks
He croaked the rudest laughter
He hopped and plopped and jumped
His way back in the rising water….
Currently handmade by Phoebe Surana-Mehyt and Ivy Shawl-Song. Illustrated by Phoebe. This is an ongoing effort to bring treasures and magical fables to the magical folk around the world.
