Dear Whoever…, #70

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Dear Whoever Has Been Anticipating my Fairytale Scavenger Hunt Contest,              June 21st, 2012

 It’s here! Finally! I know I got this idea like forever ago, about a year or longer ago. But alas, I pulled through. You didn’t expect me to? What? Fine.

A scavenger hunt is defined as a game in which individuals or teams try to locate and bring back miscellaneous items on a list.

This is an online scavenger hunt with the same idea with a few exceptions which are you’re doing this as individuals, and instead of items you’re bringing back words. Bold words. It starts here, on this very post, where you have to search for a bold word in my post, write it down, and go onto the next blog, where you’ll do the very same thing, till eventually you’ll be linked back here, but the difference between starting and finishing is that when you return here you should have all 6 bold words. After you have all 6 words you must copy and paste the The Wise Little Girl fairytale(see below) into an email unscramble the order of the words you’ve found, and plop the words(in the right order) into the story. Address it to eshydog2@gmail.com and make the subject “Once Upon A Time” and email it to me by July 2nd. If you have the words in the correct order, you’ll be entered to win a limited edition of all the original fairy tales we’ve rewritten for this competition along with all the rewritten versions and a handwritten letter by me, eshy and quite possibly a bookmark featuring our scavenger hunt photo like seen above but that’s still undecided.

So a recap of how to play:

  1. Find all 6 bold words in all the blog posts by going from blog to blog using the links provided at the bottom of every post.
  2. Copy and paste The Wise Little Girl into an email to eshydog2@gmail.com.
  3. Put “Once Upon A Time” in the subject field.
  4. Unscramble the words you’ve found and fill in the blanks in the fairytale with them.
  5. Send it to me.

Got it? Good? Awesome! Let’s go: here’s the first story.

Hansel & Gretel

Once upon a time a very poor clerk lived in a house in the bard part of New York City with his two children, Henry and Gretchen, along with his soon to be wife. His fiancée often ill-treated the children and was forever nagging the clerk.

“There is not enough money to provide for us all. There are too many mouths to feed! We must get rid of the two brats,” she declared. And she kept trying to persuade her fiancé to abandon his children in the forest north of where they lived. “Take them miles into the forest, so far that they can never find their way back! Maybe some hiker will find them and take them to a home.” The downcast clerk didn’t know what to do. Henry who, one evening, had overheard his parents’ conversation, comforted Gretchen.

“Don’t worry! If they do leave us in the forest, we’ll find our way home,” he said. And slipping out of the house, he ran across the yard to a neighboring home, knocked, and eventually a little old lady came to the door carrying her cat. He told her of his father’s plan. She promised to go and get them as soon as she saw them leave. Henry went back to bed reassured with a little bag full of buttons the old lady had given him safely tucked in his pocket.

All night long, the clerk’s fiancée harped on and on at the clerk till, at dawn, he led Henry and Gretchen away into the forest. But as they went into the depths of the trees, Henry dropped a button here and there on the darkened, uneven ground. At a time much later into the night, the two children found they really were alone ; the clerk had gathered enough courage to desert his children, had mumbled an excuse, or maybe an apology, and left them there alone. Night fell and as expected, the clerk did not return. Gretchen began to sob steadily. Henry too felt abandoned and scared, but he tried to hide his feelings and comfort his sister.

“Don’t cry, trust me! We still have each other. We’ll go home even if Dad doesn’t come back for us!” The moon was not quite full nor bright that night and Henry had a sinking feeling as he waited till it’s cold light filtered through the trees.

Meanwhile, the old lady that lived next to the clerk had called the police, and had their forces out searching for the button trail.

The kids tried to follow the buttons to the main road or at least to the edge of the forest where the trees weren’t as thick. The buttons, however, didn’t quite gleam in the moonlight like they had hoped. It was a very long, cold night before the police found the kids huddled against a tree together. They arrested the clerk and his fiancée immediately for child endangerment.

The next day, Henry and Gretchen spent their day at the old lady’s little house, eating the sweet goods she baked all too willingly for them. What Henry and Gretchen did not know was that while the old woman was kind and their hero, she was also their soon to be grandmother who hated only one person more than the two of them, she hated her daughter. That’s right, she hated her daughter with a passion so intense that she promised only to help the young boy because she wanted her daughter along with that scum of a man who planned on marrying her, to be imprisoned.

After a few days of living with and taking care of the two children, she soon grew tiresome of them and their questions that they constantly bombarded her with. The wicked grandmother kept Henry and Gretchen confined in a closet for the better part of the day. When she led them towards the door leading outside, the children exchanged uneasy glances with each other. As they walked through the old woman’s sitting room, both Gretchen and Henry nicked a handful of hard butterscotch candies from the crystal dish that they’d seen the previous day while playing with the elderly woman’s cat after supper.

It seemed highly impossible to Henry that their new guardian could and would commit the very same crime against them that she, herself, had saved them from only days before. Yet as he sat there thinking that, he was abandoned with his sister once more in the forest. He soon realized that unlike the last time, nobody knew they were lost, and therefore, nobody would be looking for the trail they had left.

After this revelation, they ate the last few spare candies they had  before deciding to attempt at following the candy trail. Another thing that both the children failed to take into account was that their trail was made of candy and they were in the forest, with forest animals. They soon found out that the critters of the dark woods had eaten up all their hope of finding their way out of the woods ever again.

A few weeks after their second abandonment, a group of hikers stumbled upon their bodies, dead and lifeless, laying peacefully at rest beside a small stream.

We learn a few things from Henry and Gretchen’s unfortunate story. The first being, people are never who they seem. The second being, don’t trust anybody, especially old women with cats. The third being, when leaving a trail to follow somewhere or for someone rescuing you to follow, particularly in a life or death situation, don’t leave one made of candy or anything that forest animals might find edible. Next time try something like strips of cloth. If you get a next time.

                                        THE END

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 HERE’S THE LINK TO THE NEXT BLOG IN THE HUNT: http://lonelyrecluse.wordpress.com/

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The Wise Little Girl Entry Form:

Once upon a time in the immense Russian steppe, lay a little village where nearly all the inhabitants bred horses. It was the month of October, when a big livestock market was held yearly in the main town. Two brothers, one rich and the other one

_ _ _ _, set off for market. The rich man rode a stallion, and the poor brother a young mare.

At dusk, they stopped beside an empty hut and tethered their horses outside, before going to sleep themselves on two heaps of straw. Great was their surprise, when, next morning they saw three horses outside, instead of two. Well, to be exact the newcomer was not really a horse. It was a foal, to which the mare had given birth during the night. Soon it had the strength to struggle to its feet, and after a drink of its mother’s milk, the foal staggered its first few steps. The stallion greeted it with a cheerful whinny, and when the two brothers set eyes on it for the first time, the foal was standing beside the stallion.

“It belongs to me!” exclaimed Dimitri, the rich brother, the minute he saw it. “It’s my stallion’s foal.” Ivan, the poor brother, began to laugh.

“Whoever heard of a stallion having a foal? It was born to my mare!”

“No, that’s not true! It was standing close to the stallion, so it’s the stallion’s foal. And therefore it’s mine!” The brothers started to quarrel, then they decided to go to town and bring the matter before the judges. Still arguing, they headed for the big square where the courtroom stood. But what they didn’t know was that it was a special day, the day when, once a year, the Emperor himself administered the law. He himself received all who came seeking justice. The brothers were ushered into his presence, and they told him all about the dispute.

Of course, the Emperor knew perfectly well who was the owner of the foal. He was on the point of proclaiming in favor of the poor brother, when suddenly Ivan developed an unfortunate twitch in his eye. The Emperor was greatly annoyed by this familiarity by a humble peasant, and decided to punish Ivan for his disrespect. After listening to both sides of the story, he declared it was difficult, indeed impossible, to say exactly who was the foal’s rightful owner. And being in the mood for a spot of fun, and since he loved posing riddles and solving them as well, to the amusement of his counselors, he exclaimed.

“I can’t judge which of you should have the foal, so it will be awarded to whichever of you solves the following four riddles: what is the fastest thing in the world? What is the fattest? What’s the softest and what is the most precious? I command you to return to the palace in a week’s time with your answers!” Dimitri started to puzzle over the answers as soon as he left the courtroom. When he reached home, however, he realized he had nobody to help him.

“Well, I’ll just have to seek help, for if I can’t solve these riddles, I’ll lose the foal!” Then he remembered a woman, one of his neighbors, to whom he had once lent a silver ducat. That had been some time ago, and with the interest, the neighbor now owed him three ducats. And since she had a reputation for being quick-witted, but also very astute, he decided to ask her advice, in exchange for canceling part of her debt. But the woman was not slow to show how astute she really was, and promptly demanded that the whole debt be wiped out in exchange for the answers.

“The fastest thing in the world is my husband’s bay _ _ _ _ _,” she said. “Nothing can beat it! The fattest is our pig! Such a huge beast has never been seen! The softest is the quilt I made for the bed, using my own goose’s feathers. It’s the envy of all my friends. The most precious thing in the world is my three-month old nephew. There isn’t a more handsome child. I wouldn’t exchange him for all the gold on earth, and that makes him the most precious thing on earth!”

Dimitri was rather doubtful about the woman’s answers being correct. On the other hand, he had to take some kind of solution back to the Emperor. And he guessed, quite rightly, that if he didn’t, he would be punished.

In the meantime, Ivan, who was a widower, had gone back to the humble cottage where he lived with his small daughter. Only seven years old, the little girl was often left alone, and as a result, was thoughtful and very clever for her age. The poor man took the little girl into his confidence, for like his brother, he knew he would never be able to find the answers by himself. The child sat in silence for a moment, then firmly said.

“Tell the Emperor that the fastest thing in the world is the cold north wind in winter. The fattest is the soil in our fields whose

 _ _ _ _ _ give life to men and animals alike, the softest thing is a child’s caress and the most precious is honesty.”

The day came when the two brothers were to return before the Emperor. They were led into his presence. The Emperor was curious to hear what they had to say, but he roared with laughter at Dimitri’s foolish answers. However, when it was Ivan’s turn to speak, a frown spread over the Emperor’s face. The poor brother’s wise replies made him squirm, especially the last one, about honesty, the most precious thing of all. The Emperor knew perfectly well that he had been dishonest in his dealings with the poor brother, for he had denied him justice. But he could not bear to admit it in front of his own counselors, so he angrily demanded:

“Who gave you these answers?” Ivan told the Emperor that it was his small daughter. Still annoyed, the great man said.

“You shall be rewarded for having such a wise and clever daughter. You shall be awarded the foal that your brother claimed, together with a hundred silver ducats… But… but…” and the Emperor winked at his counselors.

“You will come before me in seven days’ time, bringing your daughter. And since she’s so clever, she must appear before me neither naked nor dressed, neither on foot nor on horseback, neither bearing gifts nor empty-handed. And if she does this, you will have your reward. If not, you’ll have your head chopped off for your impudence!”

The onlookers began to laugh, knowing that the poor man would never to able to fulfill the Emperor’s conditions. Ivan went home in despair, his _ _ _ _ brimming with tears. But when he had told his daughter what had happened, she calmly said.

“Tomorrow, go and catch a hare and a partridge. Both must be alive! You’ll have the foal and the hundred silver ducats! Leave it to me!” Ivan did as his daughter said. He had no idea what the two creatures were for, but he trusted in his daughter’s wisdom.

On the day of the audience with the Emperor, the palace was thronged with bystanders, waiting for Ivan and his small daughter to arrive. At last, the little _ _ _ _ appeared, draped in a fishing net, riding the hare and holding the partridge in her hand. She was neither naked nor dressed, on foot or on horseback. Scowling, the Emperor told her.

“I said neither bearing gifts nor empty-handed!” At these words, the little girl held out the partridge. The Emperor stretched out his hand to grasp it, but the bird fluttered into the air. The third condition had been fulfilled. In spite of himself, the Emperor could not help admiring the little girl who had so cleverly passed such a test, and in a gentler voice, he said.

“Is your _ _ _ _ _ _ terribly poor, and does he desperately need the foal?”

“Oh, yes!” replied the little girl. “We live on the hares he catches in the rivers and the fish he picks from the trees!”

“Aha!” cried the Emperor triumphantly. “So you’re not as clever as you seem to be! Whoever heard of hares in the river and fish in the trees!” To which the little girl swiftly replied.

“And whoever heard of a stallion having a foal?” At that, both Emperor and Court burst into peals of laughter. Ivan was immediately given his hundred silver ducats and the foal, and the Emperor proclaimed.

“Only in my kingdom could such a wise little girl be born!”

 THE END

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Here’s a list of all the blogs in the hunt in order in case you lose your spot or have your computer crash or something of the like:

Well my best wishes to all of you who go on this hunt! I’m really excited and I can’t even enter. I wish. Anywho, if you have any concerns, comments, anything of that nature, I ask you email me via eshydog2@gmail.com and NOT comment on this post. Same goes for any of the other blogs in the hunt. Email eshy if you have an issue or problem or just a question. Have an amazing day! Remember entries are due July 2nd. OH AND PLEASE IF YOU’RE RUNNONG INTO ISSUES WAIT UNTIL JUNE 23RD TO EMAIL ME, THIS GIVES TIME TO ALL THE OTHER BLOGGERS HELPING OUT TO POST THEIR STUFF FOR YOU TO FOLLOW. So the contest is June 23rd-July 2nd.  With sincere excitement, eshy,

P.S. I tried looking up quotes about searching or scavenger hunts, I failed. Just for your information.

P.P.S. My duck had two babies. They’re adorable. Sorry. Not the right time for that.

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Dearest Readers Of My Blog,                      May 31st, 2012

“Liebster” is German for “Dearest”. The award is a  “Share the love arrangement”, given to inspirational bloggers with less than 200 followers. Here is the to do list for any of the  “Liebster” blog award recipients.

 

 

  • Thank your Liebster Blog award presenter on your blog.
  • Link back to the blogger who presented you the award.
  • Copy and paste the award on your blog.
  • Present the Liebster Blog Award to 5 bloggers with less than 200 followers.
  • Let them know they have been chosen by leaving a comment on their blog.

 

So thank you to Mary for awarding me this honor. I’m sure she’d be pleased if you checked out her blog, tothebalcony, tothebalcony.wordpress.com .

As for the 4th and 5th thing I have to do, I’m only going to do a few, probably not 5. We’ll see. Here.

Hm guess there’s only 3 anywho. Check them out. They’re all pretty amazing. Thanks for reading. Stay posted for another blog post, soon. While we’re on this subject, I want to apologize again for vanishing. I’ll be posting more, I swear. How are you guys been liking my posts since I’ve come back? Please feel free to answer my questions in the comments. I really do appreciate you for reading my blog.                                                                  -With love, the mind behind this blog, eshy,

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