E~Tales are modern tales for modern kids, timeless lessons, with characters facing troubles, trials, and festive cavalcade of life or afterlife. Not all heroes are noble, perfect, or beautiful - but they get the job done anyway. It all begins, once upon another dimension...
Once upon another story, a tiny girl named Thumbelina whined and cried her way through life’s trials and tribulations. Boo Hoo! Then got lucky in the end when she was made Queen of Flower Fairies. Riiiiiight. That collective moaning you hear is the disbelief of children everywhere.
This is not the story of a little whiner cousin (twice removed) Thumbelina, but Rumbelina. Small in stature, potent by nature. Being the smallest is not the easiest, but this is the story of how a little peanut rose to the top of the wrestling to take her place with the big dogs – or in this tale – the place of a Big Frog.
Once upon a delightful dimensional vacation, I sat down to interview the famous Rumbelina and her second cousin, twice removed, Thumbelina. A pint-sized comparison of little damsels. Now ladies, please behave and let’s get to know each other and let the other realms and dimensions do so as well. Thumbelina, can you tell us a little about yourself to start?
Once upon another story, a tiny girl named Thumbelina whined and cried her way through life’s trials and tribulations. Boo Hoo! Then got lucky in the end when she was made Queen of Flower Fairies. Riiiiiight. That collective moaning you hear is the disbelief of children everywhere.
This is not the story of a little whiner cousin (twice removed) Thumbelina, but Rumbelina. Small in stature, potent by nature. Being the smallest is not the easiest, but this is the story of how a little peanut rose to the top of the wrestling to take her place with the big dogs – or in this tale – the place of a Big Frog.
Moldilocks was a zombie with moldy green hair and a mischievous manner – spoiled rotten quite literally. The three scares or ghosts have a nicely haunted house and have gone out for a morning walk/float/haunt, when the spoiled Moldi breaks in…
Once upon lost dimension, there lived a poor air cutter, (what you call a pilot in your world) and his two young children, a boy and a girl. The son, Landsel, was nicknamed ‘Crash’, and had racked up a dozen or more spectacular airship crashes under his belt. Curiously, neither Landsel, his passengers, or wares were ever damaged in the unscheduled returns to earth. The older daughter, Jetel, nicknamed ‘Jet’ was the fastest and probably the best air cutter in the skies above the woodlands they called home. They had nicknamed their father Papa Bear, because of his imposing size and thick beard and the fact he spent more time in his bear form than man.
Culture are creatures of the cosmos Apollonius of Perga star stuff harvesting star light worldlets bits of moving fluff the only home we’ve ever known shores of the cosmic ocean? White dwarf Hypatia rich in heavy atoms hydrogen atoms Jean Champollion astonishment permanence of the stars, the sky calls to us intelligent beings vastness is bearable only through love. Finite but unbounded laws of physics permanence of the stars Hypatia ship of the imagination, another world, kindling the energy hidden in matter light years white dwarf quis nostrud exercitation ullamco laboris nisi ut aliquip ex ea commodo consequat. Duis aute irure dolor in reprehenderit in voluptate velit esse cillum dolore eu fugiat nulla pariatur.
Candy sweet roll cookie jelly beans jelly beans cake. Pie gummies pie candy halvah halvah danish. Cupcake sweet roll pudding candy brownie jelly beans lemon drops. Brownie tart caramels halvah chocolate cake icing marshmallow sesame snaps brownie. Apple pie chocolate cake chocolate dragée pie fruitcake. Wafer wafer brownie tart. Dragée fruitcake danish. Cupcake jelly beans donut chocolate bar cupcake cake powder.
There are people who can do all fine and heroic things but one - keep from telling their happiness to the unhappy.
Try to make at least one person happy every day. If you cannot do a kind deed, speak a kind word. If you cannot speak a kind word, think a kind thought. Count up, if you can, the treasure of happiness that you would dispense in a week, in a year, in a lifetime!
Forget about the consequences of failure. Failure is only a temporary change in direction to set you straight for your next success.
Lands of snow and ice, Lands of fire and lava, wild winds...riches beyond imagination if you can make it past the cannibal crone. "I'll get you my pretty! And your little brother, too!"
“How can we get out of here?” The trapped boy asked pulling on the thick bars to no effect.
“I don’t know little bro, ask your cell-mate. I haven’t been able to get a peep out of him lately.” she added, casually pointing at the skull sitting lopsided on a pile of bones inside the cage. “By the way, I've nicknamed him ‘Slim Skully’.”
Landsel glanced at the lifeless skull atop a pile of bones in the corner, then back at his sister, lidded eyes half open. He raised one eyebrow and before he could say: “Really?” a puff of pink smoke exploded in the room followed by a cackling that rang in the ears and shook pots and pans off the shelves.
The witch appeared through the smoky cloud, her green skin and fiery hair that shot straight up moving like flames. She wore a monocle, which gave her the appearance of one dark eye larger than the other but both black as coal. However, the moment was ruined only by a coughing fit brought on by choking on the same colorful smoke.
“Aha! My dinner guest is finally awake!” she croaked after a few awkward moments then holding up a finger as if asking for a minute, and started yet another coughing fit.
“Clevera!” Landsel exclaimed, squinting through the rose colored smoke while fanning it away. “I always knew you hated diets but this is going too far. Let me out!”
“Vhy do you and your schwester keep calling me 'Clevera'? I hate zhat name!” she snapped in her thick accent. “My name ist Vitchella Vitcherton, and I caught you two, eating my candy garden through and through, and now you are on zee menu! Bwuahahaha! Cough! Cough! Ack! Ack! Achoo!”
“What’s with the sudden Rhyming?” Jetel queried.
“Dramatic Effect,” Witchella croaked.
“We are soooo doomed,” the poor boy in the cage moaned.
“Yes. Yes, you certainly are!” snapped the skull in the corner.
“Quiet you!” Crash retorted.
“But, why eat us when you have a whole garden of sweets?” queried Jet.
“Meh, too much of the sugar,” the witch dismissed the question with a wave of her hand. “So hard to maintain my girlish figure.” She added, gesturing to an ample, pear-shaped form.
“Riiiiiiiight.” The siblings said in unison.
“Hellooooo, hot mama!” winked the skull.
WANTED DEAD OR ALIVE IN AT LEAST 10 DIMENSIONS...CELEBRATED IN ANOTHER 100. FIRST KNOWN TO SURVIVE AND SURVEY THE LAND OF THE DEAD.
