Last week my 7-year-old, Miss A, came home from school and told me she had been summoned to the Principal’s office! Cue: Confusion, shock and disbelief from her mama! You see, Miss A is what you might call a “goody too shoes.” How could my rule-following, people-pleasing, non-confrontational girl be called to the Principal’s office?!! It was unthinkable. For just a moment I was bewildered, and then I was slightly excited to learn what she had done to prompt such a thing. Well, as it turned out, she hadn’t done anything wrong. Of course she hadn’t. That would be as surprising as a Donald Trump victory! In fact there’s more chance of him winning the election than Miss A ever being naughty.
Enter proud parenting moment. I am more likely to share parenting woes than wins here on my blog. And this isn’t a parenting win but more of a proud parenting moment that I have to unapologetically share. I am not doing it to impress anyone, but rather to record this precious memory so my daughter can read this post one day and we preserve it in a “time capsule.”
It turns out Miss A was selected by her class teacher to go and read her Fractured Fairytale to the Principal. What’s a fractured fairytale you may ask? So did I! A fractured fairytale is when you break up a traditional fairytale, change it around and reconstruct!
This is Miss A’s Fractured Fairytale. She has such a vivid and rich imagination. I’d be lying if I said I am not incredibly pleased she has a love of words and creativity. Being a writer, I am delighted she is showing such a love of storytelling at an early age. Whether she pursues it, or not, I hope she continues to love words and stories. Miss A, this story is outstanding!
By Miss A, Grade 1.
There once lived a wife and a husband who loved each other very much. The wife was pregnant with a baby girl and they were very pleased because they had never had any children before.
One day the wife looked out the window and saw a plate of lemon curd pie lying on the grass next door. She craved the pie that day and she craved some more that night. Her husband knew she wanted the sweet tasting lemon curd pie and he decided to go and get that pie. So night after night he would creep over the old, wooden fence and steal the pie from its plate, which lay on the pale green grass next door
But one night as he was just about to pick up the lemon curd pie, he heard a slight movement above. He looked up to come face to face with an evil, wicked wizard. She was bending over him with a look of evil glee on her face. “Why are you stealing my pie?” she roared. “Um, um, my pregnant w-wife wants it for d-d- dessert,” he stuttered. “Well, in return for stealing my pie, when the baby is born it shall be mine!” she grinned wickedly. So when the baby came the mother and father sadly handed her over the evil wizard.
Years passed and the wizard decided she didn’t want Rapunzel running away to her mum and dad, so she found a cave set on a cold, misty, pale green hill. She took Rapunzel to the cave one fine, sunny morning, thinking that she would get a surprise at how cold it was. The cave was very well hidden by lemon trees and prickly rose bushes. The door was a dead branch that could be wedged into a bush, and it was very hard to undo.
Rapunzel lived there and grew into a beautiful, young woman with green, gentle eyes and very, very, very long hair. Each day the wizard visited Rapunzel and called, “Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your golden hair!” Rapunzel would let her hair down so the wizard wouldn’t have trouble climbing the hill, and the wizard would give her a small package filled with mangos, cherry cake and lemonade.
One day when the wizard came to visit Rapunzel as usual, Rapunzel asked why the package was smaller than she usually received. “What?” cried the wizard furiously. “I’ve looked after you for all these years and now you are not appreciating your food!”
In a rage the wizard slid down Rapunzel’s hair, and when she got down, she got an enormous pair of scissors and snip! She cut off Rapunzel’s golden locks! Then she marched off with a look of evil glee on her face, leaving Rapunzel and the cave all alone.
One Thursday morning Rapunzel began to starve. She was so bored that she bumped into a wall and tore off a piece of her dress. It gave her an idea. Quickly she wrote in big letters, “HELP!” with a pen found in the corner of the dark cave. She checked to see if it was a windy day and then threw the note out onto the hill.
The wind picked it up at once and blew it gently to the bottom of the hill. After about an hour a shopkeeper from a nearby town walked by. He had closed his shop for the day and was taking an evening stroll. The massive hill suddenly caught his eye. There were poppies at the foot of the hill and, as he owned a flower shop, he decided to pick some.
Suddenly he noticed that a piece of cloth was in the middle of the poppies and he wondered where it had come from. He turned it over in his hands and realised there was some writing on the back. It said HELP! “I’ll climb the hill and see where it came from,” he thought.
Meanwhile, in the misty cave Rapunzel was getting impatient. She waited and waited and waited. At the bottom of the hill the shopkeeper had found a rope and had made a loop on one end. He threw it high in the air and the rope caught on a branch He then began to climb steadily. In about an hour he had climbed it. Then he heard a rustling noise. “Is anyone there?” called Rapunzel from the heart of the cave. “Yes!” called back the shopkeeper excitedly. He then moved the branch and Rapunzel climbed out gladly. Soon they were walking down the path, Rapunzel telling the shopkeeper all about her adventure in the cave. They have probably found her mum and dad by now, but alas, that is another story!