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For one of my English classes, “The Fairy Tale,” I got to write a “spinoff” fairytale changing the moral and characters, and I wanted to share it on the blog– and there just so happen to be TEN key elements, in the style of TOP TEN TUESDAY.
The Three Little Lions
Not so long ago, in a near-enough land, there lived three little lions in a dark cave with their mother. The three little lions lived a good, happy life, and were careful to listen to the teachings of their mother. Now the mother lioness was particular about what she wanted her cubs to know, and she taught them as she saw fit.
To the first little lion, the oldest little lion, Mother instilled a roar. “If ever you see others,” she warned, “Roar, and you will be safe.” The first little lion gave a quiet roar in response, and Mother laughed.
To the second little lion, the middle little lion, Mother informed of a scratching. “If ever you see others, scratch the air with your paws, and you will be safe.” The second little lion gently cuffed the air with his paw, and Mother smiled.
To the third little lion, the youngest little lion, Mother taught the pounce. “If you ever you see others, do not be afraid to just pounce.” The lioness’s tone was utterly serious. The third little lion cocked his head, readied his stance, and jumped into the air, gliding forward a mere few inches. Mother glanced around nervously, and then combed her nails gently through her cub’s mane.
Mother Lion watched over her three little lions all the days of her life. But she grew tired, and weary, and one day, on a walk to the nearby brook, Mother Lion breathed her last.
The three little lions, now just a bit less little, knew it was time to move on. The first little lion, the oldest little lion, moved his way from the dark cave to a nearby meadow. The first little lion had grown to love to use his voice, and so he sang about his way, belting out catching little tunes as he lived happily in the meadow.
One day, the first little lion was greeted by a giant good gazelle. Remembering the wise words of his mother, the first little lion opened his mouth, inhaled sharply, and out escaped a roar that caused the flowers to rustle and the grasses to blow. “Oh my, hear how you roar!” the giant good gazelle exclaimed, unafraid, “but, wouldn’t it be much more fun to sing?”
The first little lion, confuddled and stumped, began humming one of his catchy tunes. The giant good gazelle smiled, and sang along, and the two sang so sweetly that all the heavens grinned.
Now, the second little lion, the middle little lion, journeyed his way from the dark cave to a nearby jungle. The second little lion had grown to love climbing tall obstacles, and so he ran about his way, clinging to trees and climbing over rocks as he lived happily in the jungle.
One day, the second little lion was greeted by a giant good gazelle. Remembering the wise words of his mother, the second little lion readied his paws and moved in to scratch the gazelle. “Oh my, see how you claw!” said the giant good gazelle, unphased, “but, wouldn’t it be much more fun to climb?”
The second little lion, bewildered and confused, proceeded to cling to one of his favourite trees, whose shade they were under. The giant good gazelle laughed, and danced her hoofs on the bark of the tree, and the two worked so hard to make their way up the tree that all the other vegetation in the jungle breathed sighs of jealousy.
Now, the third little lion, the youngest little lion, ventured his way from the dark cave to a nearby brook. The third little lion had grown to love jumping and galloping, and so he leaped and glided his way, splashing through the shallow waters, as he lived happily by the brook.
One day, the third little lion was greeted by a giant good gazelle. Remembering the wise words of his mother, the third little lion bent his legs and scratched at the floor, and pounced through the air, landing just mere inches from the gazelle. “Oh my, see how you pounce!” the giant good gazelle gasped, excited, “but, wouldn’t it be much more fun to jump in the waves?”
The third little lion bowed his head, wrinkled his brow, and reached a paw out to the giant good gazelle in show of apology. And wow; the gazelle really was giant! She was magnificent, soft and gentle, with hooves small but firm and horns long and lean. The giant good gazelle smiled, and joined the third little lion in splashing and smiting through the brook, so joyfully that the oceans felt the glory.
Now, sometimes the first little lion would roar, and the second little lion would scratch, and the third little lion would pounce. And Mother Nature knew the little lions were in good hands, for they were using their lionhood for togetherness, and near the shimmering brook, one might even hear her tender sighs.