Fantasy and Adventure

Blossom Lius and the Three Friendly Yies

Once upon a time there was a brave girl called Blossom Lius. She was on the way to see her Aunt Tito Lio, when she decided to take a shortcut through Wyre Forest.

It wasn’t long before Blossom got lost. She looked around, but all she could see were trees. Nervously, she felt in her bag for her favourite toy, Bunny, but Bunny was nowhere to be found! Blossom began to panic. She felt sure she had packed Bunny. To make matters worse, she was starting to feel hungry.

Unexpectedly, she saw a friendly fairy dressed in a green coat disappearing into the trees.

“How odd!” thought Blossom.

For the want of anything better to do, she decided to follow the peculiarly dressed fairy. Perhaps it could tell him the way, perhaps it could tell him the way out of the forest.

Eventually, Blossom reached a clearing. She found herself surrounded by houses made from different sorts of food. There was a house made from onions, a house made from muffins, a house made from biscuits and a house made from cupcakes.

Blossom could feel her tummy rumbling. Looking at the houses did nothing to ease her hunger.

“Hello!” she called. “Is anybody there?”

Nobody replied.

Blossom looked at the roof on the closest house and wondered if it would be rude to eat somebody else’s chimney. Obviously it would be impolite to eat a whole house, but perhaps it would be considered acceptable to nibble the odd fixture or lick the odd fitting, in a time of need.

A cackle broke through the air, giving Blossom a fright. A witch jumped into the space in front of the houses. She was carrying a cage. In that cage was Bunny.

“Bunny!” shouted Blossom. She turned to the witch. “That’s my toy!”

The witch just shrugged.

“Give Bunny back!” cried Blossom.

“Not on your nelly!” said the witch.

“At least let Bunny out of that cage!”

Before she could reply, three friendly yies rushed in from a footpath on the other side of the clearing. Blossom recognised the one in the green coat that she’d seen earlier. The witch seemed to recognise him too.

“Hello Big Fairy,” said the witch.

“Good morning.” The Fairy noticed Bunny. “Who is this?”

“That’s Bunny,” explained the witch.

“Oh! Bunny would look lovely in my house. Give it to me!” demanded the Fairy.

The witch shook her head. “Bunny is staying with me.”

“Um… excuse me…” Blossom interrupted. “Bunny lives with me! And not in a cage!”

Big Fairy ignored her. “Is there nothing you’ll trade?” he asked the witch.

The witch thought for a moment, then said, “I do like to be entertained. I’ll release him to anybody who can eat a whole front door.”

Big Fairy looked at the house made from cupcakes and said, “No problem, I could eat an entire house made from cupcakes if I wanted to.”

“That’s nothing,” said the next Fairy. “I could eat two houses.”

“There’s no need to show off,” said the witch. Just eat one front door and I’ll let you have Bunny.”

Blossom watched, feeling very worried. She didn’t want the witch to give Bunny to Big Fairy. She didn’t think Bunny would like living with a Friendly Fairy, away from her house and all her other toys.

The other two yies watched while Big Fairly put on his bib and withdrew a knife and fork from his pocket.

“I’ll eat this whole house,” said Big Fairy. “Just you watch!”

Big Fairly pulled off a corner of the front door of the house made from muffins. He gulped it down smiling, and went back for more.

And more.

And more.

Eventually, Big Fairy started to get bigger—just a little bit bigger at first. But after a few more fork-fulls of muffins, he grew to the size of a large snowball—and he was every bit as round.

“Erm… I don’t feel too good,” said Big Fairy.

Suddenly, he started to roll. He’d grown so round that he could no longer balance!

“Help!” he cried, as he rolled off down a slope into the forest.

Big Fairy never finished eating the front door made from muffins and Bunny remained trapped in the witch’s cage.

Average Fairy stepped up, and approached the house made from biscuits. “I’ll eat this whole house,” said Average Fairy. “Just you watch!”

Average Fairy pulled off a corner of the front door of the house made from biscuits. She gulped it down smiling, and went back for more.

And more.

And more.

After a while, Average Fairy started to look a little queasy. She grew greener…

…and greener.

A woodcutter walked into the clearing. “What’s this bush doing here?” he asked.

“I’m not a bush, I’m a fairy!” said Average Fairy.

“It talks!” exclaimed the woodcutter. “Those talking bushes are the worst kind. I’d better take it away before somebody gets hurt.”

“No! Wait!” cried Average Fairy, as the woodcutter picked her up. But the woodcutter ignored her cries and carried the fairy away under his arm.

Average Fairy never finished eating the front door made from biscuits and Bunny remained trapped in the witch’s cage.

Little Fairy stepped up, and approached the house made from cupcakes. “I’ll eat this whole house,” said Little Fairy. “Just you watch!”

Little Fairly pulled off a corner of the front door of the house made from cupcakes. He gulped it down smiling, and went back for more.

And more.

And more.

After five or six platefuls, Little Fairy started to fidget uncomfortably on the spot.

He stopped eating cupcakes for a moment, then grabbed another forkful.

But before he could eat it, there came an almighty roar. A bottom burp louder than a rocket taking off, propelled Little Fairy into the sky.

“Aggghhhhhh!” cried Little Fairy. “I’m scared of heigh…”

Little Fairy was never seen again.

Little Fairy never finished eating the front door made from cupcakes and Bunny remained trapped in the witch’s cage.

“That’s it,” said the witch. “I win. I get to keep Bunny.”

“Not so fast,” said Blossom. “There is still one front door to go. The front door of the house made from onions. And I haven’t had a turn yet.

“I don’t have to give you a turn!” laughed the witch. “My game. My rules.”

The woodcutter’s voice carried through the forest. “I think you should give her a chance. It’s only fair.”

“Fine,” said the witch. “But you saw what happened to the yies. She won’t last long.”

“I’ll be right back,” said Blossom.

“What?” said the witch. “Where’s your sense of impatience? I thought you wanted Bunny back.”

Blossom ignored the witch and gathered a hefty pile of sticks. She came back to the clearing and started a small camp fire. Carefully, she broke off a piece of the door of the house made from onions and toasted it over the fire. Once it had cooked and cooled just a little, she took a bite. She quickly devoured the whole piece.

Blossom sat down on a nearby log.

“You fail!” cackled the witch. “You were supposed to eat the whole door.”

“I haven’t finished,” explained Blossom. “I am just waiting for my food to go down.”

When Blossom’s food had digested, she broke off another piece of the door made from onions. Once more, she toasted her food over the fire and waited for it to cool just a little. She ate it at a leisurely pace then waited for it to digest.

Eventually, after several sittings, Blossom was down to the final piece of the door made from onions. Carefully, she toasted it and allowed it to cool just a little. She finished her final course. Blossom had eaten the entire front door of the house made from onions.

The witch stamped her foot angrily. “You must have tricked me!” she said. “I don’t reward cheating!”

“I don’t think so!” said a voice. It was the woodcutter. He walked back into the clearing, carrying his axe. “This little girl won fair and square. Now hand over Bunny or I will chop your broomstick in half.”

The witch looked horrified. She grabbed her broomstick and placed it behind her. Then, huffing, she opened the door of the cage.

Blossom hurried over and grabbed Bunny, checking that her favourite toy was all right. Fortunately, Bunny was unharmed.

Blossom thanked the woodcutter, grabbed a quick souvenir, and hurried on to meet Tito. It was starting to get dark.

When Blossom got to Tito’s house, her Aunt threw her arms around her.

“I was so worried!” cried Tito. “You are very late.”

As Blossom described her day, she could tell that Tito didn’t believe her. So she grabbed a napkin from her pocket.

“What’s that?” asked Tito.

Blossom unwrapped a doorknob made from muffins. “Pudding!” she said.

Tito almost fell off her chair.

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