My goodness Rochelle I missed the lesson last week and I felt Ive let not just myself down, but also the whole team down, such are my delusions of grandeur! So I apologise and today I am having another crack.
So thanks to Jean L. Hays for the apocalyptic photo and thanks to Rochelle for keeping this train rolling.
So,
On my Marks,
Get Set,
Go!!
“Woodcutter and Son” sounded mighty grand as they set about managing the forest’s flora and fauna together.
Until, that was, the woodcutter fell in love with Snow White; risen from her fairytale slumber and divorced from that Philandering Prince, absolutely not, Charming.
One morning he’d found some pickled apples in the larder mixed them with chutney and cheese only to find himself soporific and then in a deep torpor.
Years later he awoke to find his beautiful forest raped, the animals vanished and his son nowhere to be seen. The air was deathly still and his house a roofless wreck.
100 words, Boom!! Hope you enjoy it.
That’s why fairy tales should always be left at the happily ever after point. Sequels never work out the least bit well
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True but thats why its fun!!
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Delightful story of tongue in cheek tragedy.
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Thank you, ecological catastrophe nightmare comes to fruition, that’s where we’re heading
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yes.
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I don’t know about enjoying it, a pretty brutal lesson for the woodcutter to learn it’s best not to eat pickled apples 🙂
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That’s a ploughman’s lunch for you. I avoid them like the plague.
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The poor woodcutter – lost his love, son and forest. Enough to turn anyone into a serial killer… 😜
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Brilliant idea, thats for next time, But, theres no one left, the planet is f****d
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lol and they all died… The end!
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At least he had a tasty cheese plate to see him into the dreadful “new age”…
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All that hard work for naught. Poor bugger. I would have thought Snow would ensure no apples would ever “set foot” in the house considering the last time she took a bite.
Unless, of course, they were leftovers from the wicked witch’s previous domain. Hmmmm.
Always a pleasure!
And yeah. Where were you last week, eh?
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I ate an apple and fell asleep 😴
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Poor bugger…
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Camping and bloody work, can you believe how bad I felt?
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Unbelievable. Daring to have a life outside of FF… sheesh.
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I know! I’m not very happy about it
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Nor should you.
We are being so silly here. I’m glad you got away and enjoyed some off time.
I can’t guarantee the week I move I will produce much writing wise.
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That’s probably a lot more realistic than the Disneyfied version 🙂
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I’d like to think so 😉
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I studied fables and fairy tales to get my English degree. The originals were horrible, scary, bloody nightmare stuff. They were supposed to teach little children what would happen if they disobeyed. Good grief.
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Really? You studied them? Gosh you are the person I need to speak to when I run out of characters! Sometime I feel like I’m scraping the barrel a bit! I’m sure there’s thousands out there, it’s just finding ones people will recognise! I agree however that some of the sentiments behind them were pretty harsh.
I’d better up my game!
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Please, not for my sake 🙂 I love what you do with the stories . The history behind nursery rhymes is also fascinating–lots of political commentary. You’d have a great time with those 🙂
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Looks like the Son run off with SnowWhite and ruined the business, a typical human trait.
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Not dissimilar to what governments are doing to us right now
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Dear Shrawley,
Pickled apples? Did Snow borrow tips from her stepmother. You’ve burst my bubble you know. Prince Charming fell from grace. I’m devastated. Thank you for the laughs. 😀
Shalom,
Rochelle
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That was a fairy tale I wouldn’t read to my granddaughter!
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It only takes a single apple… alas. You cannot trust the royalties
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