Heck, I’ll keep playing in this literary sandbox until some big kids come and kick me out. Below is a little tiny fable a la Nikolai Gogol (1809-1852).
The Amazing Marshmallow
The miniature marshmallow was stuck in a row of miniature marshmallows along the roofline of a gingerbread house.
“This isn’t fair. I don’t want to be a decoration. I want to melt in hot cocoa and be sipped!” she complained.
“Well, tough. You’re a decoration. Deal with it. We won second prize, didn’t we?” You should be proud,” commented the miniature marshmallow’s neighbor.
“Proud? Poff! I have to sit here and turn to stone practically. Hmmphh!” pouted the dissatisfied marshmallow.
“There’s not a thing you can do about it. So why don’t you do us all a favor and stuff it,” snarled a green jellybean from his position in the doorjamb.
“Oh, yeah? Watch me,” retorted the by now really most quite violently angry marshmallow.
She tore herself from the roofline, rolled the slope, dropped to the floor, expanded, sprouted arms and legs, was magically clothed in a fine silk suit, stalked from the premises and was later the first female marshmallow ever to be elected President of the United States of America.
Moral: Never underestimate a determined marshmallow.
Bekka of Thorns, my children’s adventure fantasy, is wending its way through the queue to be published. My website devoted to all things Bekka is http://bekkaofthorns.com