Post by dlfreak on Dec 21, 2006 22:19:41 GMT -8
zutcree's Story
"Nobody ever even eats the gingerbread in the gingerbread houses," reasoned Fauna. "I mean, Serena can never bear to eat hers because it's too pretty, and Malla never finishes because she eats too many gum drops and gets a stomachache, and I heard Illumenia say yesterday that she hates gingerbread. It's perfect! Why didn't I think of this before?"
Fauna searched around and found some corrugated cardboard. She cut it into pieces, spread frosting on it, put cinnamon on top, and was just setting the candy and "gingerbread" on the table when the other Guardians entered.
"Oh boy, gingerbread houses!" said Audra, getting straight to work.
"Gum drops!" cried Malla. “Yum!”
The other guardians laughed.
“Mmm, it smells like cinnamon,” said Illumenia, sniffing. “It looks so good, I have to have a bite now.”
“But—but—“ Fauna stammered, alarmed. “Yesterday you said you didn’t like gingerbread!”
“I said I don’t like ginger tea,” replied Illumenia. “I love gingerbread!” she opened her mouth to take a bite.
“Wait!” said Fauna. “Don’t eat it!”
“Why not?” asked Illumenia.
“Uh, because, uh,” Fauna began, when Audra looked out the window and said, “Look! A parade!”
Alexia2002 and Alecksis2002 and all their friends were putting on a Christmas parade!
“This can wait,” said Audra. “Let’s go watch!”
All the guardians rushed outside to watch the parade, except Fauna, who stayed in the kitchen and finished cooking the real gingerbread, resolving not to trick her friends again.
THE END
fullbloom720's Story
“But we don’t-” one of the elves contradicted. The tune of Jingle Bells wafting in from the dining room blocked out the rest of the little elf’s speech. The hesitant creatures had no choice but to try to meet Fauna’s request.
The shimmering snowflakes outside were replaced by a magnificent sunset. Elves wiped their brows and tugged at droopy stockings. They had labored over gingerbread for hours while Fauna and the other guardians put the final touches on the feast.
“These cookies don’t look so bad…” One unusually stunted elf muttered, examining his tray.
“Nor do these gingerbread houses!” Another exclaimed, not noticing the fact that the houses were limping severely to one side and one was even missing a door.
The time came for the banquet. The guardians, decked out in their finest, stepped into the dining room with trays. Malla’s plum tarts complemented the violet pearls dangling from her neck. When the elves entered, all hubbub was silenced by stares. The cookies were scorched, and were those gingerbread HOUSES?
Fauna ran up to them. “What happened?”
“We tried to tell you earlier – elves are no good at baking! We excel in our workshop where we make-” The elf pulled at his collar. He almost blew their cover! “We’re sorry for ruining all this gingerbread.”
Fauna laughed. “It’s my fault – I should have listened before. How will we compensate these Neopians?” She threw her hand at the tables. The elves looked at each other. They knew perfectly well what the Neopets and their owners would enjoy.
They dragged a bulging sack into the room and pulled out a variety of-
well, you know- whatever those elves make best.
"We're never gonna finish all this gingerbread in time," fretted Fauna. The beautiful earth faerie scrambled frantically around the large castle kitchen then she stopped with a smile on her face. "That's what I can do," she said to herself, "I'll......I'll use cardboard!"
"Nobody ever even eats the gingerbread in the gingerbread houses," reasoned Fauna. "I mean, Serena can never bear to eat hers because it's too pretty, and Malla never finishes because she eats too many gum drops and gets a stomachache, and I heard Illumenia say yesterday that she hates gingerbread. It's perfect! Why didn't I think of this before?"
Fauna searched around and found some corrugated cardboard. She cut it into pieces, spread frosting on it, put cinnamon on top, and was just setting the candy and "gingerbread" on the table when the other Guardians entered.
"Oh boy, gingerbread houses!" said Audra, getting straight to work.
"Gum drops!" cried Malla. “Yum!”
The other guardians laughed.
“Mmm, it smells like cinnamon,” said Illumenia, sniffing. “It looks so good, I have to have a bite now.”
“But—but—“ Fauna stammered, alarmed. “Yesterday you said you didn’t like gingerbread!”
“I said I don’t like ginger tea,” replied Illumenia. “I love gingerbread!” she opened her mouth to take a bite.
“Wait!” said Fauna. “Don’t eat it!”
“Why not?” asked Illumenia.
“Uh, because, uh,” Fauna began, when Audra looked out the window and said, “Look! A parade!”
Alexia2002 and Alecksis2002 and all their friends were putting on a Christmas parade!
“This can wait,” said Audra. “Let’s go watch!”
All the guardians rushed outside to watch the parade, except Fauna, who stayed in the kitchen and finished cooking the real gingerbread, resolving not to trick her friends again.
THE END
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fullbloom720's Story
"We're never gonna finish all this gingerbread in time," fretted Fauna. The beautiful earth faerie scrambled frantically around the large castle kitchen then she stopped with a smile on her face. "That's what I can do," she said to herself, "I'll......I'll put the elves to work!" Summoning the elves from their covert workshop within the castle, Fauna explained, “I need you to take a break from…what you elves do.” She winked. Everything about elves was so secretive! “Bake this gingerbread, and I’ll be forever grateful.” Fauna’s eyes danced in the radiance from the string of lights circling the room. Her cheeks matched the color of the poinsettias on the counter.
“But we don’t-” one of the elves contradicted. The tune of Jingle Bells wafting in from the dining room blocked out the rest of the little elf’s speech. The hesitant creatures had no choice but to try to meet Fauna’s request.
The shimmering snowflakes outside were replaced by a magnificent sunset. Elves wiped their brows and tugged at droopy stockings. They had labored over gingerbread for hours while Fauna and the other guardians put the final touches on the feast.
“These cookies don’t look so bad…” One unusually stunted elf muttered, examining his tray.
“Nor do these gingerbread houses!” Another exclaimed, not noticing the fact that the houses were limping severely to one side and one was even missing a door.
The time came for the banquet. The guardians, decked out in their finest, stepped into the dining room with trays. Malla’s plum tarts complemented the violet pearls dangling from her neck. When the elves entered, all hubbub was silenced by stares. The cookies were scorched, and were those gingerbread HOUSES?
Fauna ran up to them. “What happened?”
“We tried to tell you earlier – elves are no good at baking! We excel in our workshop where we make-” The elf pulled at his collar. He almost blew their cover! “We’re sorry for ruining all this gingerbread.”
Fauna laughed. “It’s my fault – I should have listened before. How will we compensate these Neopians?” She threw her hand at the tables. The elves looked at each other. They knew perfectly well what the Neopets and their owners would enjoy.
They dragged a bulging sack into the room and pulled out a variety of-
well, you know- whatever those elves make best.
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