Once upon a time (August 16th actually) this blog offered a painting to the person who could write my favorite fairy tale about that painting. There were so many good entries that I called upon trusted advisors from across the land to help me make a decision: my mother, Marcia Paschkis, in Maine, and my sister, Karla Paschkis, in Boston. We each read the stories and then discussed them. We read our favorites out loud, as fairy tales should be spoken. It was a difficult decision.
AND….the winner is Deborah Holt Williams. We liked that in so few words she created a plot using all of the elements in the painting in a way that made sense but was not predictable. Her fairy-tale language felt timeless but not cloying. Her ending was funny and a good piece of advice. Congratulations!
Honorable mention goes to Karen Herc. We liked the way her story felt like a fairy tale but didn’t echo any fairy tale that we already knew. We liked the way she framed her story with “Bear frowned.” and “Bear smiled.”
And we would like to give a shout out to Ava Budavari-Glenn. Her story was fresh and delightful. She is only 13; we look forward to seeing more of her writing in years to come.
Many thanks to everyone who took part. To see Ava and Karen’s stories (and all of the other wonderful entries) please look in the August 16th post’s comment section. Here is the winning story with art, in full. Please read the story aloud!
Once upon a time, young Helga and her brother Hans followed their frisky hound into a deep forest and became hopelessly lost. A cloak of darkness fell upon the woods, and the children began to worry about wolves in the night.
“I shall sleep on top of the tree,” said Hans,”where I can see the wolves if they come in the night.”
“I shall tie myself to the tree with my hair,” said Helga, “so I will feel the tree shake if the wolves come in the night.”
The dog lay down with his nose to the ground, so he could smell the wolves if they came in the night.
But while they slept, a hungry and very quiet bear tippy-toed through the woods and ate them all.
“When you prepare for one misfortune,” said the bear, picking his teeth, “you may be surprised by another one entirely.”
Ava, Karen and Deborah: Please email me your addresses so that I can mail you your prizes. My address is: email@example.com