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Array ( [sid] => 121060 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Rhubard and the Pixie [time] => 2006-05-31 15:30:04 [hometext] => 'a modern fairytale involving pixies and raspberry ripple ice cream' [bodytext] => The woods in which I lived
Were burning
And disappearing fast
They had burned for years now
And many trees were lost
Homes destroyed
And the woodland creatures lived in fear
While the woods shrunk
And smouldered

While walking thru
The burning woods
I noticed a little funnel
Poking out of my nose
Lightning came down the funnel
From a brain eruption
It struck the ground
Injuring a little pixie

`Are you ok there?'
I asked
`Yes', giggled the pixie
`Just a little burn on my shirt,
Nothing to worry about.
By the way,
What's that coming out of your nose?'
`Well, I only just
Discovered it myself, actually…
Let's take a closer look'

We both sat on a log
On closer inspection, the funnel
Appeared to be
An ice-cream cone,
Full of raspberry ripple
`I wondered where that had gone!'
Said the Pixie
`My name is Pipsqueak, by the way
I wonder if
I could have my funnel back?
`Yes, certainly, but could you tell me Pipsqueak
How it ended up in my nose?
`Well' said Pipsqueak
`It's a long and magical story'
It begins
With a huge orange mushroom
Which grew in the middle
Of our clearing one day
Let me tell you all about it…

Many moons ago,
Me and the other pixies
Used to dance and sing
To celebrate the coming of the rains
That would quell the fire for a while

One year,
I suddenly found that I had lost
the little funnel
That I used to capture raindrops
For our bathing
Well, one day, it rained raspberry-ripple, and then
The next minute,
This big orange mushroom had grown
It smelled heavenly and
It was so bouncy, that we all
Jumped around on it
Till our tiny lungs were tired
Then we fell asleep
Deep into Pixies Magic Dreamland ™

And we all dreamed of ice-cream
Found in my missing funnel
Up a strange warriors nose
Which would signal
The saving of the long-burning wood.
When we awoke,
We talked and found we
Had had
The same dream
We Pixies know from experience
That collective dreams come true
So we wrote the details down
In our big book
Of Pixie prophesies
This prophesy speaks of how the warrior will
Put out the burning wood
With lightning from his nose
We knew we had to find
My raindrop funnel again
Peeping from a nose
To have any hope of
Saving the wood

Tell me, brave stranger,
Is your name
Rhubard the Saviour?'

`Indeed, Pipsqueak, that is my name,
And what great fortune
Has brought me here
That is your business,
And this is mine'

We both looked around
And the burning wood
Blazed no longer
The lightning from my nose
Had quenched the fire,
And the woods were saved
The prophesy fulfilled
And the sky cleared

And Pipsqueak led me
To my death
A warrior's death

The greatest honour that could
Be bestowed
Upon a Saviour

I was soon
To be resurrected
In the form
Of a giant raspberry
Causing ripples throughout
The ice-cream world
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Rhubard and the Pixie

Contributed by vitamin_joe on Wednesday, 31st May 2006 @ 03:30:04 PM in AEST
Topic: fantasy

The woods in which I lived
Were burning
And disappearing fast
They had burned for years now
And many trees were lost
Homes destroyed
And the woodland creatures lived in fear
While the woods shrunk
And smouldered

While walking thru
The burning woods
I noticed a little funnel
Poking out of my nose
Lightning came down the funnel
From a brain eruption
It struck the ground
Injuring a little pixie

`Are you ok there?'
I asked
`Yes', giggled the pixie
`Just a little burn on my shirt,
Nothing to worry about.
By the way,
What's that coming out of your nose?'
`Well, I only just
Discovered it myself, actually…
Let's take a closer look'

We both sat on a log
On closer inspection, the funnel
Appeared to be
An ice-cream cone,
Full of raspberry ripple
`I wondered where that had gone!'
Said the Pixie
`My name is Pipsqueak, by the way
I wonder if
I could have my funnel back?
`Yes, certainly, but could you tell me Pipsqueak
How it ended up in my nose?
`Well' said Pipsqueak
`It's a long and magical story'
It begins
With a huge orange mushroom
Which grew in the middle
Of our clearing one day
Let me tell you all about it…

Many moons ago,
Me and the other pixies
Used to dance and sing
To celebrate the coming of the rains
That would quell the fire for a while

One year,
I suddenly found that I had lost
the little funnel
That I used to capture raindrops
For our bathing
Well, one day, it rained raspberry-ripple, and then
The next minute,
This big orange mushroom had grown
It smelled heavenly and
It was so bouncy, that we all
Jumped around on it
Till our tiny lungs were tired
Then we fell asleep
Deep into Pixies Magic Dreamland ™

And we all dreamed of ice-cream
Found in my missing funnel
Up a strange warriors nose
Which would signal
The saving of the long-burning wood.
When we awoke,
We talked and found we
Had had
The same dream
We Pixies know from experience
That collective dreams come true
So we wrote the details down
In our big book
Of Pixie prophesies
This prophesy speaks of how the warrior will
Put out the burning wood
With lightning from his nose
We knew we had to find
My raindrop funnel again
Peeping from a nose
To have any hope of
Saving the wood

Tell me, brave stranger,
Is your name
Rhubard the Saviour?'

`Indeed, Pipsqueak, that is my name,
And what great fortune
Has brought me here
That is your business,
And this is mine'

We both looked around
And the burning wood
Blazed no longer
The lightning from my nose
Had quenched the fire,
And the woods were saved
The prophesy fulfilled
And the sky cleared

And Pipsqueak led me
To my death
A warrior's death

The greatest honour that could
Be bestowed
Upon a Saviour

I was soon
To be resurrected
In the form
Of a giant raspberry
Causing ripples throughout
The ice-cream world

Copyright Â© vitamin_joe ... [ 2006-05-31 15:30:04]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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