Quotable – Fairy Tales

There are books that the girls and I are reading each week that we find so fascinating and thought-provoking that we wish all of you were in the room with us so we could read them with you, as well.  Today, we simply wanted to share a quote from one of our favorite authors, C.S. Lewis.  It is what we are thinking about this week:

“You and I who still enjoy fairy tales have less reason to wish actual childhood back.  We have kept its pleasures and added some grown-up ones as well.”

 – C.S. Lewis, Letters to an American Lady (1953)

‘Green is the Word’ – Part 1 of Thursday Stories with Baby Frederico!

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*Every Thursday we introduce you to another quick bedtime story about our family’s favorite resident reptile – Baby Frederico. His backstory can be found here.  Enjoy!

 

Baby Frederico loves his Momma Mia and Papá Frita, his buddy Grenelda the Grasshopper, blue crayons, popcorn and…piano sonatinas.  Here is his story:

St. Patrick’s Day was finally here and, this year, Baby Frederico was prepared.  He had heard this was a holiday that had some unusual traditions like drinking green milk and wearing shamrocks on your collar.  But there was one tradition that he was worried about….getting pinched.  That’s right, pinched.  This…on a holiday?  How could it be?

If there is one thing you need to know about Baby Frederico, it is that he did not like to be pinched.  He needed more information, and he needed it fast because St. Patrick’s Day was only four days away!

“Papa,” he said.  “Why do people pinch other people on St. Patrick’s Day?  I don’t like to be pinched so I need to know all the details.”

Papa told him this wonderful story:  “I’m glad you asked.  Many, many, many years ago families told fantastic stories of fairies and leprechauns and tales of hidden forest treasures and magical lands that could only be seen by a lucky few.  The very important job of a leprechaun was to guard treasure, and he was certain to do just that in any mischievous way possible!  Now the trouble with pinching began when one particular leprechaun decided to take a nap on the job.  It was only his first week to stand guard over the Treasures of Shepherd Ridge, which included diamonds and rubies and baseball cards and first editions of children’s books and gold coins from ancient pirate ships.  As the little leprechaun stood at his post, he began to remember the sleepy songs that he loved most and hummed them to himself.  There were songs like Sleeping Shamrocks by The Lazy Leprechauns, It’s Not Easy Being Green by The Blarney Stones, and his all-time favorite, Green Green Grass of Home by Boyo Bones.”

Papa Frita was now fully into the storytelling and kept Baby Frederico mesmerized as he continued, “The songs made this leprechaun’s eyes so heavy that he was soon fast asleep and snoring loudly,all while he was still standing up.  Little did he know, that only a few feet away stood a young girl who was interested in a particular part of that wonderful treasure – those children’s books.  She had stumbled upon the snoring leprechaun and noticed that right behind him, under the tangled roots of an old strawberry tree, lay a stack of books like none she had ever seen.  She loved books but had none and so they seemed to her to be the answer to her prayers, a treasure greater than anything she had ever seen.”

Baby Frederico stopped him, “Papa, surely she would not steal the books!”

“Oh, of course not,” said Papa Frita.  “She wanted to only look at the books and tried and tried to awaken the little sleeping leprechaun.  However, she did not know that leprechauns are very sound sleepers and they cannot be awakened until they want to be awakened.  Finally, she gave up on the leprechaun and decided to take a peek under the tree and she reached into that glorious pile of books.   Suddenly, the ground began to shake and the books began to jump all about – it was as though they were little marching soldiers – and they proceeded to stack themselves directly onto the young girl’s lap.  She tried to shush them and put them back under the little tree, but nothing could persuade them to leave her.  The more she spoke to these very excitable books and request that they return to their rightful place, the more they gleamed; their pages even seemed to hum with the happiest sounding tune the girl had ever heard.  Since it was getting late and her mother had asked to her be home in time for lunch, the young girl had no choice but to bring the books along with her.  She left a note for the leprechaun that told him all about her misadventure and how very sorry she was that the little books would not stay where they had been found.  With that, the girl followed the long path home with a dozen happy books trailing close behind her.”

Papa Frita took a quick drink of water before continuing, “Several days later the little leprechaun (they are quite well-known for taking very long naps while standing up) awoke from his deep and awfully noisy slumber.  As he yawned and cleared the sleep from his eyes, he noticed the letter that the young girl had left for him.  As he read it, his stomach began to hurt and his head began to ache.  He knew this meant trouble for he had lost one of the most important treasures that had ever been hidden under the old strawberry tree.  He also knew that there was only one thing to do….he must find the little girl and bring those books home.”

Join us again next Thursday for the conclusion of “Green is the Word!”  Happy St. Patrick’s Day from Baby Frederico…

‘A Bedtime FairyTale’ – Thursday Stories with Baby Frederico

And now for something different and at the request of our youngest daughter.  A Baby Frederico Bedtime FairyTale:

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Once upon a time there lived a little green boy.  His name was Baby Frederico and he had some wonderful friends.  They included his buddy Grenelda the Grasshopper, Rob the Robin, Julia the Jubilant, Skylar the Smiler, Courtney the Cute, Laine the Laugher, Sarah the Sweet, Katrina the Kind, and Kendall the Caring. They had all met amidst a thousand giggles on a distant playground under a brightly colored construction in the mysterious Land of Centennial.

When the Christmas holiday had arrived in this special Land, the friends celebrated with music and candy and coloring sheets and decorations of all kinds.  However, little did they know that their time together would come to an end, at least for a short time, because the Land of Centennial always closed during the holidays – the drawbridges were hoisted, the carriages were shuddered, and the leaders of that fair Land attended to their own homes and families, somewhere deep and hidden within the Land.

Concerned that they would not play together again for several weeks, the friends agreed to meet next to the long, wooden benches that sat just below the old windows of the Land’s Grand Gymnasium.

Baby Frederico had been waiting all day for this meeting. He could hardly think of anything else. He couldn’t eat his snack; he was bored with board games; and he was certain that the clock that blinked a fluorescent green on the great instructor’s desk had purposefully slowed itself to a maddening crawl.

His friends felt the same way. While the Land’s leaders cleaned floors and washed sidewalks and its instructors put away the clutter of the week, there were others who put away Christmas lights and tree ornaments.  Deliciously Happy Chefs prepared the final lunch in this Land of Centennial – a simple spread of honey wheat loaves of bread and dishes of almond butter and holiday jams, sweet and dill pickles, and tortilla chips dipped in salsa and cream cheese.

When the clock finally tocked, it welcomed the young people of the Land of Centennial to the Time of Recess and Baby Frederico raced to meet his friends in the appointed place.  As he rounded the corner, he noticed all of his friends sitting and talking near the old log benches and smiled.  There they were, the people he had laughed and studied and giggled and joked and ate with for so many months now that they seemed like family.

As he joined them on the bench, the friends told some new jokes and discussed what they most wanted for Christmas, while others worried that the long holiday away from the Land of Centennial and each other would be too long.  They were friends and they needed each other.

Baby Frederico smiled and said, “It’s true that it might be long, but it won’t be so long that we won’t remain friends.  Great friends are friends wherever you go to do whatever you do, whenever you need to do it.  We are those great friends and we shall return to the Land of Centennial as even greater friends.”

And so sat Grenelda the Grasshopper, Rob the Robin, Julia the Jubilant, Skylar the Smiler, Courtney the Cute, Laine the Laugher, Sarah the Sweet, Katrina the Kind, and Kendall the Caring. And, for at least one more time, they met amidst a thousand giggles on a distant playground under a brightly colored construction in the mysterious Land of Centennial.

And they indeed lived “friend-ily” ever after.

-The End-