A Fairy Tale. 
by Sylvia  

Once upon a time there was a Cute girl called Sylvia Aariel. She was on the way to see her Bestie Carlos Sirius (XDDD the name I choose), when he decided to take a short cut through DarkOak woods. 

It wasn't long before Sylvia got lost. She looked around, but all she could see were trees. Nervously, she felt into her bag for her favourite toy, Mr. Kitty Cat, but Mr. Kitty Cat was nowhere to be found! Sylvia began to panic. She felt sure she had packed Mr. Kitty Cat. To make matters worse, she was starting to feel hungry. 

Unexpectedly, she saw a Horrendous giraffe dressed in a White Shoe disappearing into the trees.

  "How odd!" thought Sylvia. 

For the want of anything better to do, she decided to follow the peculiarly dressed giraffe. Perhaps it could tell her the way out of the forest.  Eventually, Sylvia reached a clearing.

She found herself surrounded by houses made from different sorts of food. There was a house made from Eggplant, a house made from biscuits, a house made from doughnuts, a house made from cupcakes, a house made from pancakes and a house made from toffees. 

Sylvia could feel her tummy rumbling. Looking at the houses did nothing to ease her hunger. 

"Hello!" She called. "Is anybody there?"  Nobody replied. 

Sylvia looked at the roof on the closest house and wondered if it would be rude to eat somebody else's chimney. Obviously it would be impolite to eat a whole house, but perhaps it would be considered acceptable to nibble the odd fixture or lick the odd fitting, in a time of need. 

A cackle broke through the air, giving Sylvia a fright. A witch jumped into the space in front of the houses. She was carrying a cage. In that cage was Mr. Kitty Cat!

  "Mr. Kitty Cat!" shouted Sylvia . She turned to the witch. "That's my toy!"  The witch just shrugged.  "Give Mr. Kitty Cat back!" cried Sylvia.  "Not on your nelly!" said the witch.  "At least let Mr. Kitty Cat out of that cage!"  Before she could reply, five Horrendous giraffes rushed in from a footpath on the other side of the clearing.

Sylvia recognised the one in the White Shoe that she'd seen earlier. The witch seemed to recognise her too. 

"Hello Big Giraffe," said the witch.  "Good morning." The giraffe noticed Mr. Kitty Cat. "Who is this?"  "That's Mr. Kitty Cat," explained the witch.  "Ooh! Mr. Kitty Cat would look lovely in my house. Give it to me!" demanded the giraffe.  The witch shook her head. "Mr. Kitty Cat is staying with me."  "Um... Excuse me..." Sylvia interrupted. "Mr. Kitty Cat lives with me! And not in a cage!"  Big Giraffe ignored her . "Is there nothing you'll trade?" he asked the witch.  The witch thought for a moment, then said, "I do like to be entertained. I'll release him to anybody who can eat a whole front door." 

Big Giraffe looked at the house made from toffees and said, "No problem, I could eat an entire house made from toffees if I wanted to."  "That's nothing," said the next giraffe. "I could eat two houses."  "There's no need to show off," said the witch. Just eat one front door and I'll let you have Mr. Kitty Cat." 

Sylvia watched, feeling very worried. She didn't want the witch to give Mr. Kitty Cat to Big Giraffe. She didn't think Mr. Kitty Cat would like living with a Horrendous giraffe, away from her house and all her other toys.  The other four giraffes watched while Big Giraffe put on his bib and withdrew a knife and fork from his pocket.

"I'll eat this whole house," said Big Giraffe. "Just you watch!"  Big Giraffe pulled off a corner of the front door of the house made from biscuits. He gulped it down smiling, and went back for more. 

And more. 

         And more. 

Eventually, Big Giraffe started to get bigger - just a little bit bigger at first. But after a few more fork-fulls of biscuits, he grew to the size of a large snowball - and he was every bit as round.  "Erm... I don't feel too good," said Big Giraffe.  Suddenly, he started to roll. He'd grown so round that he could no longer balance!  "Help!" he cried, as he rolled off down a slope into the forest.  Big Giraffe never finished eating the front door made from biscuits and Mr. Kitty Cat remained trapped in the witch's cage. 

Average Giraffe stepped up, and approached the house made from doughnuts. "I'll eat this whole house," said Average Giraffe. "Just you watch!"  Average Giraffe pulled off a corner of the front door of the house made from doughnuts. She gulped it down smiling, and went back for more.

  And more.

  And more. 

After a while, Average Giraffe started to look a little queasy. She grew greener...  ...and greener.  A woodcutter walked into the clearing. "What's this bush doing here?" he asked.  "I'm not a bush, I'm a giraffe!" said Average Giraffe.  "It talks!" exclaimed the woodcutter. "Those talking bushes are the worst kind. I'd better take it away before somebody gets hurt."  "No! Wait!" cried Average Giraffe, as the woodcutter picked her up. But the woodcutter ignored her cries and carried the giraffe away under his arm.  Average Giraffe never finished eating the front door made from doughnuts and Mr. Kitty Cat remained trapped in the witch's cage. 

Little Giraffe stepped up, and approached the house made from cupcakes. "I'll eat this whole house," said Little Giraffe. "Just you watch!"  Little Giraffe pulled off a corner of the front door of the house made from cupcakes. He gulped it down smiling, and went back for more.

  And more.

  And more. 

After five or six platefuls, Little Giraffe started to fidget uncomfortably on the spot.  He stopped eating cupcakes for a moment, then grabbed another forkful.  But before he could eat it, there came an almighty roar. A bottom burp louder than a rocket taking off, propelled Little Giraffe into the sky.  "Aggghhhhhh!" cried Little Giraffe. "I'm scared of heigh..."  Little Giraffe was never seen again(he was never seen again? That's just sad!).  Little Giraffe never finished eating the front door made from cupcakes and Mr. Kitty Cat remained trapped in the witch's cage. 

Tiny Giraffe stepped up, and approached the house made from pancakes. "I'll eat this whole house," said Tiny Giraffe. "Just you watch!"  Tiny Giraffe pulled off a corner of the front door of the house made from pancakes. She gulped it down smiling, and went back for more.

  And more.

  And more. 

However, on the next mouthful, the food fell straight out of Tiny Giraffe's mouth. She tried to stuff in another forkful of pancakes, but once again, the food fell out. There just wasn't enough room left in her belly.  "This is just not fair!" declared Tiny Giraffe, and stomped off into the forest.  Tiny Giraffe never finished eating the front door made from pancakes and Mr. Kitty Cat remained trapped in the witch's cage. 

Even-Tinier Giraffe stepped up, and approached the house made from toffees. "I'll eat this whole house," said Even-Tinier Giraffe. "Just you watch!"  Even-Tinier Giraffe pulled off a corner of the front door of the house made from toffees. He gulped it down smiling, and went back for more.

  And more.

  And more. 

Suddenly, Even-Tinier Giraffe stopped eating and started dancing. While he danced, he sang at the top of his lungs, "Toffees! Watch me eat all the toffees!"  "It looks as though the toffees are making you hyperactive," laughed the witch.  "Oh no they're not!" cried Even-Tinier Giraffe. "I'm always this excited." With that, he walked into a tree.  Bong!  Even-Tinier Giraffe banged his head and fell backwards onto his bottom. He passed out, exhausted.  Even-Tinier Giraffe never finished eating the front door made from toffees and Mr. Kitty Cat remained trapped in the witch's cage.

  "That's it," said the witch. "I win. I get to keep Mr. Kitty Cat."  "Not so fast," said Sylvia. "There is still one front door to go. The front door of the house made from Eggplant. And I haven't had a turn yet.  "I don't have to give you a turn!" laughed the witch. "My game. My rules."  The woodcutter's voice carried through the forest. "I think you should give her a chance. It's only fair."  "Fine," said the witch.

"But you saw what happened to the giraffes. He won't last long."  "I'll be right back," said Sylvia.  "What?" said the witch. "Where's your sense of impatience? I thought you wanted Mr. Kitty Cat back." 

Sylvia ignored the witch and gathered a hefty pile of sticks. She came back to the clearing and started a small camp fire.

Carefully, she broke off a piece of the door of the house made from Eggplant and toasted it over the fire. Once it had cooked and cooled just a little, she took a bite. He quickly devoured the whole piece.  Sylvia sat down on a nearby log.  "You fail!" cackled the witch. "You were supposed to eat the whole door."  "I haven't finished," explained Sylvia. "I am just waiting for my food to go down." 

When Sylvia's food had digested, she broke off another piece of the door made from Eggplant. Once more, she toasted her food over the fire and waited for it to cool just a little. She ate it at a leisurely pace then waited for it to digest.

Eventually, after several sittings, Sylvia was down to the final piece of the door made from Eggplant. Carefully, she toasted it and allowed it to cool just a little. She finished her final course. Sylvia had eaten the entire front door of the house made from Eggplant. 

The witch stamped her foot angrily. "You must have tricked me!" she said. "I don't reward cheating!"  "I don't think so!" said a voice. It was the woodcutter.

He walked back into the clearing, carrying his axe. "This little girl won fair and square. Now hand over Mr. Kitty Cat or I will chop your broomstick in half."  The witch looked horrified. She grabbed her broomstick and placed it behind her. Then, huffing, she opened the door of the cage. 

Sylvia hurried over and grabbed Mr. Kitty Cat, checking that her favourite toy was all right. Fortunately, Mr. Kitty Cat was unharmed.  Sylvia thanked the woodcutter, grabbed a quick souvenir, and hurried on to meet Carlos. It was starting to get dark. 

When Sylvia got to Carlos's house, her Bestie threw his arms around her.  "I was so worried!" cried Carlos. "You are very late."  As Sylvia described her day, she could tell that Carlos didn't believe her. So she grabbed a napkin from her pocket.  "What's that?" asked Carlos.  Sylvia unwrapped a doorknob made from biscuits. "Pudding!" She said.  Carlos almost fell off his chair. 

The End