Maggie Made Dolls

Creating a New Fairy Tale

The main character in this fairy tale is one of Maggie's latest dolls, 'Once Upon a Time.' She is involved in a story that we will build together. Use your imagination to provide the next line of the tale.

We will be posting accepted submissions here on the Website, for all to follow along as the plot develops. So check back often!

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Our story so far:

" Once upon a time, in a land far, far, away, all of the flowers were frozen in time. It was as if they were under an evil spell. Birds, nor bees flew into the glen between the mountains of Wisteria and the village of Pleasant.

No one had visited the meadows there for almost one hundred years. Tales of spirits living there and venturers gone missing frightened the villagers of Pleasant for many years.

The mysterious mist over the glen never lifted, even on the sunniest of days.

In the village, by the edge of the river, was a small wool mill run by a grandmother, her daughter, and two grandchildren named Pamela and Diane. As they helped their grandmother in the mill, she would entertain them with tales of the woods over the river.

She told them stories of flowers with icy petals and voices that could be heard in the mist. The tales frightened Pamela as she listened to her grandmother's voice. They were both warned never to wonder past the bridge to the glen.

Diane thought it was all to silly and just tales to keep them close to home. She was more of an adventurer than her sister Pamela. One day she planned a picnic and told her sister that there was a lovely spot near the brook that fed into the river. Pamela reluctantly said yes as long as they stayed on their side of the bridge.

They set off with a basket and a blanket in hand and went down the lane over the hill to the foot of the bridge. Pamela laid out the blanket and Diane opened the basket and set out their lunch.

'Let's pick some flowers,' said Pamela.

'That sounds lovely, ' said Diane.

Pamela began walking along the river picking wildflowers and making a little bouquet. She was unaware that her sister Diane had headed towards the foot of the bridge.

Diane was tiptoeing on the old wooden planks of the bridge so her sister would not hear her. She whistled softly as she walked and then spotted the mist that her grandmother had told them about. It wasn't as thick as her grandmother had said, so she bravely kept walking.

Once she reached the other side she stood for a moment and took a deep breathe, and then she stepped of the bridge onto the forbidden ground. She saw through the mist a little patch of flowers. As she walked closer they seemed to shimmer in the dim light.

When she reached the edge of the flower patch she could see that they were indeed frozen, just like grandmother had said! That's why they were shimmering. She reached out her hand to touch one of them with the tip of her finger.

And just as she was about to feel the icy petals on the frozen daisy she heard her sister Diane scream out! 'No, Pamela, no! Stop! Grandmother warned us not to venture over the bridge!'

But it was too late. Pamela touched the frozen daisy and began to feel her toes getting very, very, cold. Her finger was stuck on the petal and she couldn't move her feet. By now Pamela was by her side.

'Oh Pamela! I'm frightened.'

Don't move, I'll get help.'

'No!' cried Pamela. 'Don't leave me!'

'What should I do,' asked Diane?

'Just keep talking. When I herd your voice I felt safe...and warm. Just keep talking to me.'

'What should I say? I can't think of anything to say!'

Then just tell me a story.' said Pamela.

'A story?'

'Yes, you know...Once upon a time.'

'Once upon a time?'

'Yes,' said Diane, "Once upon a time...'

Suddenly the mist around them began to swirl about the sisters. And they heard strange sounds in the wind, like voices, only far, far away.

"We want to hear your story, too. Please let us hear your story, little girl." Diane could see shapes taking form in the mist.

"Who are you?" Diane was not frightened, but terribly curious. "We are the children frozen in time. We wandered into this field to pick the beautiful shining flowers and became frozen under the magical spell of Glissandra."

Pamela was cold, but not completely frozen. Her sister, Diane's voice, had stopped the spell in its tracks. "Who is Glissandra?" Diane asked. By this time there were 12 children, whose forms had taken shape, surrounding Pamela and Diane. There were six boys and six girls.

"Why would she do such a terrible thing?" Pamela asked. "I think it's because she's lonely," a smaller girl volunteered. "We are not harmed by her, but we are lonely for our families. We have been frozen here for a long time. One of us should be 18 years old." Pamela and Diane gasped.

"Oh dear," cried Pamela. "Diane, if you had not stopped me, I would have been one of the frozen children. I am warming up, now." "But, now we have to help these children," Diane said. "Can you show us where Glissandra lives, children? Maybe we could talk with her and show her how sad she is making mothers and fathers."

"What if she freezes us," Pamela cried out in alarm. "We should go home and get help, then come back." The shapes of the children started to fade. "Wait," shouted Diane. "We will follow you and talk with the Queen. Is there any way you know of that could protect us from her spell?"

"There is one thing," an older girl volunteered. If you both carry real flowers with you, the Queen cannot work her magic on you." "Well," Diane smiled. "I have a basket full of real flowers,Pamela. Let's go and see what we can do to help these children."

Pamela grabbed a fistful of yellow buttercups and off they went, following the shapes of the 12 frozen children.

WHERE WILL DIANE AND PAMELA END UP?

ADD YOUR IDEAS…WE CAN’T WAIT TO FIND OUT WHAT HAPPENS! ..."

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