|The Art of Raven's Shire
A gallery of art inspired by the stories of Raven's Shire
|Raven's Shire Fairies Tales|
The Baker and the Wood Wife
billowed out the door as the flour covered baker stepped out to get a
rare moment of air. He stood quietly for a moment with the heat at his
back watching his breath rise in the moonlight.
“Excuse me,” a small woman said, her moss covered head twitching nervously as she approached him.
“What is it good woman?” The baker asked, feeling anxious at speaking to one of the folk.
“Could you perhaps bake me a loaf of bread as large as a millstone without cumin in it?”
baker fidgeted even more nervous than before, he hated making a loaf of
bread not yet purchased, but the fear of being cursed made him agree.
“Thank you kind sir,” the wood wife told him graciously. “Please place it under the giant yew tree before the cock crows.”
baker had to pull six loaves of bread out of his ovens early to make
the wood wife’s giant request. He scowled as he thought of all the
money he would lose as he leaned back in his old, creaking chair to
keep from dwelling on it. When the bread had risen he brought it out to
the old tree as promised, its rich smell drawing a small flock of
birds. He left it anyway thinking that the birds might as well eat it
for all he was getting out of it. After all it was the wood wife’s
fault for choosing such a bad spot for him to lay the bread. He then
delivered the remainder of his bread to paying customers before going
Early the next evening before the sun had faded into the sea
the baker walked out to see if the birds had indeed eaten the loaf of
bread he’d left under the tree, but he was surprised to see a pile of
sawdust the size of the bread he’d given to the wood wife in its place.
Deciding that he may as well have kindling for his fire he took the
dust back to his bakery. When he walked in the door of his home he
collapsed under the weight of the dust, for it had turned to so much
gold that he never wanted for money again and never again did the wood
wife have to ask for bread, for everyday from that to this large loaves
were left under that old yew tree before the cock’s crow.
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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