Fairydell and the Magic Paintbrush (Part 1-The Pixies and the Fairies)
This is the story of the Goodmund children who lived in the
big white house on the boarder of Fairydell. Fairydell was a place, as its name
suggests, where fairies lived. But not just fairies. It was also the home of
many other creatures. Pixies, for example, also lived in Fairydell. Some people
think pixies and fairies are the same thing, but really they are very
different. You see, fairies look a lot like small children. So much so that you
might see one and not know it is a fairy (they keep their wings hidden unless
they know you are friendly towards fairies).
Pixies you might not be able to see at all. They are quite
small and fly around, zipping and ducking so quickly that you might think one
is a shooting star or a firefly who’s late for dinner.
These are the sorts of things the Goodmund children
discovered while living near Fairydell. Eli was the oldest and he liked talking
to the fairies and pixies and all the other creatures. He liked to hear their
stories and tell stories back. He was quite gifted at remembering little things
about each creature. For example, he new that blue leaves often hid under green
leaves because they were shy and were afraid if someone saw them, they might
wonder why the leaf was blue and not green. Eli could convince the blue leaves
to come out and enjoy the sun if he sat quietly and spoke softly, saying all
kinds of encouraging things about the sun and oxygen and how it was perfectly
normal for a leaf to be blue.
Sophia was just a little younger than Eli and liked to draw
and paint things. She would sit in Fairydell for hours and paint any enchanting
creature who could sit still for a little while. She’d bring her paintings home
and show them to her mother, who thought she had a facinating imagination.
Sophia liked to paint the fairies and the fairies liked to
be painted. They would sit still, looking quite regal, as Sophia painted them.
You see, fairies are very full of themselves and think they are rather important
creatures. They would tut around Sophia as she painted and ask her whether she
was sure she got the nose right or if her drawing of the pointed ears were not
a little bit exaggerated. However, Sophia was used to the fairies being
snobbish and was always very patient with them.
The pixies, on the other hand, would not sit still at all.
They would land for a few seconds—just long enough for Sophia to choose the
right color—and then they would fly off quickly, looking for something else to
do. Sophia was determined to draw pixies one day and held out hope that she
would find one who did not have quite as much energy as the rest.
Then there was Jude, the youngest. Jude was an inventor and
liked to use his inventions to help the creatures of Fairydell. For example,
the porskews--who look something like a hedgehog and something like a squirrel.
In fact, if you see a hedgehog or a squirrel, you might not know if you are
looking at a porskew--had more children then they expected and needed to move
into a larger tree. However, the baby porskews were too small to move and too
heavy for their parents to carry one by one. Jude constructed a lift with
pulleys and string and was able to move the entire family from one tree to
another. Of course, it got a little dangerous when the pixies started flying
about the lift, poking and pulling at it because they thought the contraption
was funny looking. Eli managed this situation by threatening to tell the
fairies that the pixies were misbehaving.
As sometimes happens, this made the pixies misbehave more,
and the baby porskews almost fell out of the lift. If Jude had not made the
lift with walls—making it look something like a basket—the porskews might have
lost their litter. At just the critical moment, Eli distracted the pixies by
offering them chocolate (all pixies love chocolate) and the pixies left the
porskews alone.
As you may have noticed, pixies are playful little things
who are always getting into trouble. It might have something to with how
difficult it is for them to speak English. Their language sounds a lot like a
singing laughter. If you’ve ever heard someone trying to sing while they are
laughing you know what I am talking about. Sometimes pixies get angry, but not
very often because they are very happy creatures. If they should get angry it
will sound a lot like gurgling water so you might not realize they are upset,
especially if you happen to be near a pond or a brook when you hear them.
There is something else you should probably know about the
pixies and the fairies. First, the fairies, as special and important as they
are, do not like the pixies. In fact, they take very hard lines with them in
order to keep them from causing too much trouble. The pixies seem to think the
fairies are big bullies (big to the pixies, anyway, the fairies are really very
small). They sought out any opportunity to play tricks on the fairies, which,
of course, only made the fairies that much more strict.
The Goodmund children were constantly dealing with the
squabbles between the pixies and the fairies. Once, after the pixies had played
a prank on the fairies by dropping an entire pod of dandelion florets on the
fairies during their morning dance lesson, Eli gave an exasperated sigh, “Why
can’t the pixies and fairies get along?”
“Hmph,” said Regina, the head fairy (fairies could speak
very good English as well as most languages of the other creatures). “Why can’t
the pixies move somewhere else? This is Fairydell after all, and no one
wants them here.”
Some of the pixies overheard this and it hurt their feelings
very much. They retreated into their homes in the tip-tops of the trees and
nothing Eli said could coax them to come out and play. He also couldn’t get the
fairies to apologize since the comment was made after the pixies had interrupted
their dance lesson. The fairies said they would only say sorry if the pixies
said sorry and that was the end of it. It seemed there was no hope for the
pixies and fairies becoming friends.
By and by the squabble seemed to die
down and things returned to normal. At least it seemed that way. Little did
anyone know that the pixies were concocting a scheme in which they would play
their biggest trick yet.
The fairies had a wooden chest that they kept hidden beneath
the moss so as to keep it out of the way. It was a very special chest and held
all sorts of special objects. One object was a magic watering jug used to help
any fairy who was feeling under the weather. A few drops of water from the jug
would help the sick fairy feel better. Another was a mirror that told whoever
looked into it what they needed to do in order to improve their appearance.
Each fairy would have a look every morning and might be told, “A strand of hair
is out of place and falling in your face,” or “wash behind your ears or the
sight might bring you to tears.”
Then there was the most magic object
of all. It was a paintbrush that only the head fairy was allowed to wield. It
was used to decorate their home beneath the bushes and could paint very
elaborate murals over the roots and branches of the their glade. The way it was
used was somewhat of a mystery, but it took Regina no time at all to change the
paintings and she would change them every day.
The pixies thought it would be a
great joke if they stole the paintbrush and gave it to Sophia as a gift. They’d
tell her it was from the fairies and then the fairies couldn’t take it back. So
one day, not too long after the day Regina said she wished the pixies would
move somewhere else, the fairies were down by the brook having their spa day.
Their blond ringlets were wrapped in moss and their pale skin as covered in mud
with a few drops of the magic water mixed in. They lay on the bank of the
brook, covered by a canopy of leaves in order to avoid the sun.
This was the moment the pixies used to steal the paintbrush.
Once they had it, however, they suddenly realized they
needed to communicate that the paintbrush was a gift from the fairies (as I’ve
already said, the pixies aren’t very good at English). As they were zipping
about, tossing out ideas on how to tell Sophia about the paintbrush, one of the
littlest pixies flew to the center of the commotion. In pixie language, her
name was Hahahalalalaoolahahalalaoolalala. But in English her name was Aria.
She called the pixies to attention, which just means she asked all of them to
zip about closely and try to pay attention. “I---Write,” she said. And all the
pixies gasped. Then Aria took a leaf and the juice of a berry and wrote, “Fum
da Ferys.” The pixies cheered and they wrapped the paintbrush and hid it near
the stone where Sophia usually sat to draw or paint things.
They watched from the treetops, waiting for Sophia to find their gift.
(Part 2-The Magic Paintbrush)