|The Art of Raven's Shire
A gallery of art inspired by the stories of Raven's Shire
|Raven's Shire Fairies Tales|
Rumpelstiltskin and the Fox
ancient männlein was so light he left no tracks in even the softest of
snow as he kicked his way through the orchard gathering berries as he
returned to his spinning wheel with a new pair of sissors.
“Hello little männlein,” a beautiful witch greeted him with a wicked grin.
the männlein greeted her back with a cherry wave and a short bow as he
noticed that the bag the witch was carrying kicked and whined. “What do
we have here?” The männlein asked her as he cocked his head curiously
at the back.
“A young fox cub I found lost in the woods,” the witch told him, “with whom I expect to make a fine hat and dinner.”
must be a fine cub indeed for it to be good enough to make a hat that
highlights how pretty your eyes are the way the raccoons pelt you have
does,” the männlein told the witch with a bow. “But a foxes flesh is
tough and gammy for they eat mice unlike me who eats berries.”
the witch agreed with a nod both flattered and suddenly hungry as she
eyed the tasty looking männlein who was indeed munching on sweet
berries. In a heart beat she’d snatched the little man up by his foot
and started to dangle him into her bag.
“Wait,” he told her, “if you put me in the bag with the fox it might eat me and than what will you have?”
witch thought about this for a moment and decided that she’d best let
the fox out of the bag before putting the männlein into it. So she
shook the bag until the little kit tumbled out into the snow. Sh than
dumped the männlein in into the sack and started on her way once more.
“Your so light its as if I’m not even carrying anything,” the witch noted as she carried the männlein along.
the männlein agreed as he pulled out his pair of spinning scissors out
of his pocket and began to cut through the bag and slipped out into the
snow. The witch didn’t even notice that the nearly weightless männlein
had run off to join the baby fox who was hiding in a thicket of thorn
“Hello,” the männlein greeted the tiny shuddering animal
with a gentle pat on its head. “We need to run before the witch
realizes that I’m gone,” than as if on cue the witch realized
she’d been tricked and screamed in rage.
“Come on,” he told
the fox as he picked her up and ran as fast as he could the witch
flying close on their heels. The männlein pulled out a brush and tossed
it behind him and it became a thicket of threes but the witch flew over
it, he pulled out a rag and tossed it behind him and it became a
mountain but the witch flew around it. He went sliding across an icy
river and asked it for help so the river pulled him and the fox down
under its ice in a pocket of air where the witch could not catch them.
you river,” the männlein told the water with a bow after he and the
baby fox climbed out of it. “Do you have anywhere to stay, a mother or
a father?” The männlein asked the young fox who was shaking
“No,” the fox cried, “I have no one.”
“You can live
with me,” the männlein told her as they walked through the woods
when giggle in the distance caused the männlein to look out
through the trees to where four children were sledding into the forest.
“Hello, what do we have here?” The männlein asked himself.
|Rumpelstiltskin and the Knight
Rumpelstiltskin and the Fox
Little Red Riding Hood
Discription of the Whispering Forest
The Forgotten and the Future Wicked Step Mother
The Hawthorn Tree Teaches a Girl
The Girl Has a Child With the Tree
Wood Wife and the Baker
Forest King Spreads Illness
Forest King Goes Hunting
Saga of a Nix
An Old Child