Just a Random Story That I Wrote

Yeah I can't name things

Adam was a gentle man, but you never would've guessed that by looking at his hands. The skin was rough, and it looked like if he held a flower it would break immediately. He wasn't considered attractive in any way; his nose was too large and it protruded greatly, and his eyes were too small for his disproportionate face.

His pleasant personality made up for his looks, however. He was a delight to be around, and always told the best stores. The children of the village always loved to gather around the carpenter and hear his stories about his youth.

Their favorite was the one with the fairies. Every year, at the Midsummer Festival, they gathered around the bonfire and quieted down so they could here the tale. Every year it was the same, but no one cared. The older villagers could recite the old man's story by heart, and often did to themselves when they were in need of comfort.

"Once upon a time," Adam started, as he always did, "there was a young boy."

The older children giggled, knowing what was coming next, but didn't dare to spoil it for their younger siblings.

"He wasn't that bright; he could barely tell a doorknob from a cow's behind." This phrase wasn't particularly funny, but everybody still laughed the same. "One day, as he was gathering firewood for his father, he found that he was lost and couldn't get back home. He grew frightened, as last time he was late getting home, his mother said that he wouldn't get any supper the next time.

"Trying to get back quickly, he stumbled on a root and fell. All the firewood that he worked hard to collect tumbled from his hands and down onto a patch of daisies. He wasn't that worried about it, since they were just flowers, but he had scratched his knee in the fall.

"When he tried to stand up, he found that he was glued to the ground, and was unable to even move him arm to wipe the blood off his knee. Confused, he tried to stand up again, but to no avail.

" 'Oh no!' he cried out. 'I'm going to be late and not get supper!'

" 'Well, that's what you get for ruining my home!' The boy's head snapped up, surprised at the high-pitched voice. Last he had seen, he was alone in the woods. 'Now, boy, I'm not letting you go until you say sorry!'"

The children voiced their opinions on this. "But it was an accident!" "The boy is in the wrong here, the fairy is correct!"

"Hush, children!" their parents scolded. They never grew tired of hearing the story and didn't want it to be ruined.

Adam continued, "Now, this boy was very prideful, and didn't like having to say sorry. Especially when he saw how small the fairy was. 'You're inferior than me,' he said. 'Why should I be the one saying sorry?'

" 'Because you were the one who crushed my home!'

"When it became clear that the boy would not say sorry, the fairy decided to give him a curse. She didn't usually follow in her cousins', the pixies, ways, but when she saw the need to, she was ruthless.

" 'Fine, then. You'll just have to live out the rest of your life as a fly.'

"The boy's eyes widened. 'But flies barely live for a month!' He may not have been bright, but he did know that." Adam chuckled, and everybody else followed suit.

"The fairy, however, did not take pity on him, and turned him into the fly. For days, he buzzed around, avoiding any potential predators. Finally, he found a patch a dandelions to rest in."

"As he descended upon the dandelions, he noticed something a little unusual. There was a little house in nestled in the flowers, a homely one that looked like the perfect place to sleep. He entered through an open window, and soon fell asleep.

"He woke up to a shrill shriek. 'Shoo, fly!' the voice yelled. Another fairy.

" 'Wait!' the boy said. 'Can you help me?'

" 'You can talk?'

" 'Yes, I can talk! I'm a boy, not a fly! I need you to turn me back into a human.' If he could've, he would've started crying. 'I miss my family, and I'm really sorry I didn't apologize for ruining the other fairy's house. I just want to go home.'

"This fairy took pity on the boy and granted his wish. 'However,' she said, 'you must follow these conditions.'

" 'Oh, yes! Anything!'

" 'You must be kind and humble for the rest of your life. If you aren't, you'll be turned right back into a fly.' THe boy hastily agreed.

"The boy soon found his way back to his house, and his mother, worried sick for him, fed him well that night."

The villagers smiled, and then quickly separated to enjoy the other festivities. One small child stayed behind. Approaching Adam, she asked, "How do you know this story?"

Smiling, Adam crouched as low as his old bones allowed him. "It's easy to know something when it happened to you."