the little girl who drew...

there once was a little girl

and she loved to draw

she drew simple things at first:

what she saw around her:

the pine trees

the lake

her family's cabin

and then she started drawing people

her father

her mother

both sisters

their two dogs

and everything else she saw, 

she put to paper, and drew.

but nothing stays normal forever, 

well, not in stories at least, and that's what stories are: abnormalities that grab the imagination.

and that's how the strange thing started...

the little girl got bored of drawing things that she saw 

so she did what any creative little girl would do, and started to draw the stories that her older sisters would tell her...

things about dragons!

and heroes and damsels, and damsels that were heroes!

unicorns, a beast called a griffin, another thing called a minotaur!

so she started with a dragon. 

and that's when things got a bit weird...

she carefully crafted from memory, with pencil in hand, the dragon that her sister had described every night in her stories...

she worked on it all day, until finally, she fell asleep, upon the drawing.

but when she fell asleep, she dreamed about a dragon, and she was riding on it's back, as it let out a great burst of fire setting the night sky ablaze! 

and then she woke up, to realize... she was sleeping next to a dragon... 

now, as parents reactions go... they handled it fairly well, with only a few screams of disbelief and fear... since there was a full sized dragon sitting next to their log cabin... logs generally made of wood, everyone was pretty much on edge, even the little girl who just happened to have a little bit of magic. 

well, it continued:

first a dragon, 

then a unicorn

and finally, a griffin...

there were also a couple of princesses, a few fairies, and wouldn't you know it 2 handsome princes (her older sisters were quite happy, her father, however, was not.)

so

how did the story end?

well, fortunately, the little girl created happy things, and was very careful to draw very small magical things, that always had a good heart, fortunately, so did the little girl, so nothing evil was ever created.

so you know, it all turned out for the best. 

as long as you have a good heart, your creations will as well.

well, then there's the whole story of how they hid the magical creatures...

but that's a story for another night...

(when i'm much less sleepy... :)

g'night folks. 

sleep well 

have sweet pleasant dreams, 

and try and make sure not to dream magically ;)