Flower Fairies
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twispiteficTitle: Flower Fairies
Author: elisserion
Fandom: Feminist Fairy Tales
Word Count: 877
Inspiration: Chapter 25: The Three Little Pinks, plus Victorian and Edwardian fairy stories. If you're going to write about sweet cutesy garden fairies, then you might as well commit!
At night, in the moonlight, the Little People gathered in their usual meeting spot by the shore of the pond. The flower fairies fluttered, the breeze fairies fanned themselves, the rainbow fairies danced, the dewdrop fairies dabbled their feet in the pond, and the Mother of All the Fairies sat in her lilypad throne floating close to the shore and smiled at them.
“Tell me the things you have done today, children,” she said.
“We painted a beautiful rainbow that put hope into a sick little boy’s heart,” said the rainbow fairies.
“We taught a lonely little girl about the life cycle of bees,” said the animal-keeping fairies.
The dewdrop fairies were about to speak when Pearl, Shell and Candy shoved their way through.
“It’s our turn,” snapped Pearl, elbowing a breeze fairy aside. “We did something great for the whole garden!”
“That stupid old meanie-face gardener?” Shell giggled behind her hands. “We taught him a lesson!”
“He didn’t like pink,” Candy said, “so we told the wasps to sting and sting and sting him! O, did he squeal!”
Pearl folded her arms proudly. “He won’t be back anytime soon.”
Shell was in near-hysterics of excitement. “I hope he dies! Then the next gardener will know to show us some respect!”
There was silence in the meeting place of the Little People.
The Mother of All the Fairies looked troubled. “What did this gardener do wrong?”
Sapphire, chief of the blue-flower-painting fairies, stepped forward. “Pearl said he tried to destroy the pink flowers, and they asked permission to paint the whole garden pink to teach him a lesson. I agreed, but tomorrow, in exchange, they must give up their flowers to be painted blue.”
“What?” shrieked Pearl. “That wasn’t the deal.”
“Yes it was,” said Sapphire. “Weren’t you paying attention?”
“But they made the same deal with us,” said the green-leaf-painting fairies. “Shell told us that we could paint her flowers green tomorrow.”
All the fairies of all the colors chimed in, and the Pinks looked more and more alarmed. They had paid no mind to the deals they had struck, being only concerned with their revenge on Florian Wolf. When the youngest of the fairies, Saffron, said, “And Candy said I could paint her flowers yellow,” Candy ran at her and slapped her.
“Enough!” The Mother of All the Fairies silenced the commotion with only a raise of her hand. She picked Saffron up and soothed her tears. “Pearl, Shell and Candy, you must honor your agreements. You disrupted the balance of the garden by asking such favors of your sisters. But I am concerned with the gardener. Has anyone else had trouble with him?”
No; only the Pinks. In fact, the other fairies said they had been quite surprised to hear of Florian Wolf causing problems. He was a gruff and grumbly man, but he was a good gardener. All of the fairies knew that when Florian Wolf wanted roses moved or pansies replanted, he knew what he was doing.
The Mother of All the Fairies shook her head solemnly. “No matter what he did, that was a cruel and unfairyish trick to play. You must apologize to him.”
“Never, never, never!” shrieked Pearl, Shell, and Candy, stamping their feet.
Her face grew grave. “Fairies are gentle and playful. That’s the way it is in the Garden. I am afraid that the three of you have been too unfairyish, so you will have to be goblins instead.”
To leave the Garden! To give up their wings! To live among the ugly twisted gray little goblins, who laughed raucous laughs and played nasty tricks and never, ever wore anything pink! This was too much to be borne! The Pinks threw themselves on the ground and screamed and kicked, but this only covered them in mud.
“It’s not fair,” screeched Pearl. “You can’t do this to us!”
“It is not my doing,” the Mother of All the Fairies said. “You do not act like fairies, so you are not fairies. But be kind and gentle, and when you are truly sorry for your cruelty, you will have earned back your wings.”
Shell sat in the mud and sobbed with tears running down her wrinkled-up face. “I won’t be a stupid, ugly old goblin! I won’t! I won’t!”
But of course when you are cruel and spiteful, it will eventually show through, and the three little Pinks were already goblins on the inside. No longer very pink at all, hey had to leave the meeting of the Little People. They screamed and spat at the other fairies all the way, and Candy tried to bite someone. But at last they were thrown out, into the company of the goblins, who howled in delight to have new playmates.
The meeting was now solemn, and the Little People felt a chill in their hearts. The Mother of All the Fairies directed them to repaint the garden in all of its proper colors. She sent messengers to see to Florian Wolf's care and give him healing.
And then they put the sadness out of their hearts and got back to being helpful and cute and doing all the things that Victorian garden fairies do best.
Author: elisserion
Fandom: Feminist Fairy Tales
Word Count: 877
Inspiration: Chapter 25: The Three Little Pinks, plus Victorian and Edwardian fairy stories. If you're going to write about sweet cutesy garden fairies, then you might as well commit!
At night, in the moonlight, the Little People gathered in their usual meeting spot by the shore of the pond. The flower fairies fluttered, the breeze fairies fanned themselves, the rainbow fairies danced, the dewdrop fairies dabbled their feet in the pond, and the Mother of All the Fairies sat in her lilypad throne floating close to the shore and smiled at them.
“Tell me the things you have done today, children,” she said.
“We painted a beautiful rainbow that put hope into a sick little boy’s heart,” said the rainbow fairies.
“We taught a lonely little girl about the life cycle of bees,” said the animal-keeping fairies.
The dewdrop fairies were about to speak when Pearl, Shell and Candy shoved their way through.
“It’s our turn,” snapped Pearl, elbowing a breeze fairy aside. “We did something great for the whole garden!”
“That stupid old meanie-face gardener?” Shell giggled behind her hands. “We taught him a lesson!”
“He didn’t like pink,” Candy said, “so we told the wasps to sting and sting and sting him! O, did he squeal!”
Pearl folded her arms proudly. “He won’t be back anytime soon.”
Shell was in near-hysterics of excitement. “I hope he dies! Then the next gardener will know to show us some respect!”
There was silence in the meeting place of the Little People.
The Mother of All the Fairies looked troubled. “What did this gardener do wrong?”
Sapphire, chief of the blue-flower-painting fairies, stepped forward. “Pearl said he tried to destroy the pink flowers, and they asked permission to paint the whole garden pink to teach him a lesson. I agreed, but tomorrow, in exchange, they must give up their flowers to be painted blue.”
“What?” shrieked Pearl. “That wasn’t the deal.”
“Yes it was,” said Sapphire. “Weren’t you paying attention?”
“But they made the same deal with us,” said the green-leaf-painting fairies. “Shell told us that we could paint her flowers green tomorrow.”
All the fairies of all the colors chimed in, and the Pinks looked more and more alarmed. They had paid no mind to the deals they had struck, being only concerned with their revenge on Florian Wolf. When the youngest of the fairies, Saffron, said, “And Candy said I could paint her flowers yellow,” Candy ran at her and slapped her.
“Enough!” The Mother of All the Fairies silenced the commotion with only a raise of her hand. She picked Saffron up and soothed her tears. “Pearl, Shell and Candy, you must honor your agreements. You disrupted the balance of the garden by asking such favors of your sisters. But I am concerned with the gardener. Has anyone else had trouble with him?”
No; only the Pinks. In fact, the other fairies said they had been quite surprised to hear of Florian Wolf causing problems. He was a gruff and grumbly man, but he was a good gardener. All of the fairies knew that when Florian Wolf wanted roses moved or pansies replanted, he knew what he was doing.
The Mother of All the Fairies shook her head solemnly. “No matter what he did, that was a cruel and unfairyish trick to play. You must apologize to him.”
“Never, never, never!” shrieked Pearl, Shell, and Candy, stamping their feet.
Her face grew grave. “Fairies are gentle and playful. That’s the way it is in the Garden. I am afraid that the three of you have been too unfairyish, so you will have to be goblins instead.”
To leave the Garden! To give up their wings! To live among the ugly twisted gray little goblins, who laughed raucous laughs and played nasty tricks and never, ever wore anything pink! This was too much to be borne! The Pinks threw themselves on the ground and screamed and kicked, but this only covered them in mud.
“It’s not fair,” screeched Pearl. “You can’t do this to us!”
“It is not my doing,” the Mother of All the Fairies said. “You do not act like fairies, so you are not fairies. But be kind and gentle, and when you are truly sorry for your cruelty, you will have earned back your wings.”
Shell sat in the mud and sobbed with tears running down her wrinkled-up face. “I won’t be a stupid, ugly old goblin! I won’t! I won’t!”
But of course when you are cruel and spiteful, it will eventually show through, and the three little Pinks were already goblins on the inside. No longer very pink at all, hey had to leave the meeting of the Little People. They screamed and spat at the other fairies all the way, and Candy tried to bite someone. But at last they were thrown out, into the company of the goblins, who howled in delight to have new playmates.
The meeting was now solemn, and the Little People felt a chill in their hearts. The Mother of All the Fairies directed them to repaint the garden in all of its proper colors. She sent messengers to see to Florian Wolf's care and give him healing.
And then they put the sadness out of their hearts and got back to being helpful and cute and doing all the things that Victorian garden fairies do best.
