Friday, September 28, 2012
Ellie and the Magic Teapot Into the Forest: September Blog 4- Letters from Mom & Mimi
So now that you had time to digest the news of us moving back east (or rather trying to understand what that means), you’ve been quite a funny challenge. You overheard your Dad and I talking about how to take Joe, the cat, with us and had a meltdown about wanting to go with Joe on a plane. And every time that I get the living room ready for a showing, you beg to take out toys and proceed to dump them everywhere. I must say that through all of my stress with this big adjustment, you make me smile Bean (especially in these recent days that you insist on wearing socks over your footie pj’s!).
And now here is our yearlong bedtime story/stories (with many chapters to write!) for you.
So as for our weekly guidelines: I write a piece one week in regular font, and then your Mimi will write a piece in italics the next week. The only things your Mimi and I agreed on were the characters- Ellie and a magic teapot and the setting (a forest with trolls). Anything else is fair game and will make our adventure a new tale. We also need to figure out an illustration to go with our part. Our goal Ellie is to have a beloved bedtime story for you and future generations.
And so we will continue our third piece of fiction.
Ellie and the Magic Teapot: Into the Secret Forest Part 9
As Ellie and Lion continued on their forest journey skipping hand-in-hand, they were not nearly as nervous as they were before. After all, these trolls were a bit strange but they definitely wouldn’t consider them scary (and Ellie could even see a few of them becoming her friends). In fact, they were anxious to see the next personality to greet them.
“Lion, I don’t think we need help from our protector friends this round,” Ellie said referring to Owl, Toad, and Snake, “I mean, they are so kind and I love to see their smiling faces but I think we are prepared.”
Lion agreed, waving to them in the air. At that moment, the wind seemed to pick up and the blue sky turned grey. A thin, tall ogre popped out from behind a skinny tree that resembled the Eifel Tower. On his green head, he wore a blue beret and had a thin mustache above his upper lip. Tied around his neck was a thin, checkered scarf. Ellie loved his sense of style and was about to remark on his chic outfit but it was the troll spoke first, “Arrete!”
Ellie and Lion looked at each other and shrugged as the Troll rolled his eyes, “Parlez vous francaise?” Ellie and Lion’s confused face gave the Troll his answer. They obviously didn’t speak French.
“Je m’appelle French Troll…. My name is Frenchy Troll and it’s time to get you both to Trudy,” he added enunciated the last part very slowly and very loudly.
Ellie smiled and curtsied. She had always wanted to go to France, especially after her mother told Ellie numerous and very glamorous stories of her time there. Ellie sighed in wishful longing just at the thought. Lion nudged her, bringing her back to attention. “Oh right,” Ellie stammered as she began, “My name is Ellie and this is my friend Lion. We aren’t ready to meet Trudy quite yet and we were wondering if we could make you a deal. If you give us a riddle and we solve it, you will let us go to the next troll… otherwise if we can’t solve it, you can bring us to Trudy.”
Frenchy smiled a sneaky grin, “You will have one question only and three minutes to answer it.”
“Deal!” Lion and Ellie answered in unison.
“You shouldn’t have agreed so quickly without going over the rules!” Frenchy spat in a thick accent, “because the riddle is going to be in French!” He chuckled to himself as Lion looked worriedly at Ellie. Ellie seemed unfazed.
“On me trouve à Paris, mais pas en France!” Frenchy said deviously. “Your time begins now!” He said as he started a stopwatch that was around his wrist. He then walked back next to the tree and that’s where Ellie and Lion noticed a small round iron table. There was a loaf of fresh bread and brie cheese spread in the middle. Frenchy started to spread the cheese on a hunk of the bread that he had already sliced. Lion and Ellie realized they must have interrupted his snack time when they came upon him.
Ellie didn’t want to seem uncultured so she held up her right hand asking Lion not to speak (she knew he was panicked) while she dug into her pocket with her left hand. She rifled around for awhile (and Frenchy seemed entertained, as he took his first bite, at the thought of Ellie’s seemingly small pocket that was obviously endless!). Ellie finally pulled out a grey object that looked like a calculator but on the top it said, “French to English Translator.” Luckily for Ellie she had a great memory and could recite anything back so she typed in what she thought she heard Frenchy say.
“You can find me in Paris but not in France,” Ellie mused allowed to share the riddle with Lion.
Lion was worried, “Are you sure you typed it in right? That doesn’t make any sense! It just isn’t possible.”
Frenchy studied them, wondering if they could solve his crafted puzzle, as he dabbed his lips with his napkin in between bites, “One minute left!” he reminded them.
“I’m sure I typed it in right. It sounded like he said Paris so that’s why I typed P-A-R-I-S and I know he said France so I typed in F-R-A-N-C-E.” It was then that Ellie understood the riddle.
Just as Frenchy was counting down from 5 seconds, Ellie shouted out, “I! The letter I!”
Frenchy banged his fist on the table causing the fresh bread to fall on the ground, “You clever fille!” And with that, he stuck his nose up in the air, shooed them forward with a flick of his hand, and refused to give them any more of his time.
“Merci beaucoup! Au revoir!” Ellie said gently to Frenchy, despite his indifference.
Lion looked curiously at her. “It means thank you very much and goodbye,” Ellie translated.
It was only then that Tad, Oliver, and Sebastian appeared on a rock near where they stood. “I know you didn’t call us… Riddit…. But we wanted you to know how proud we are of you both,” Tad started.
“And we are here, Whoooo, to warn you,” Oliver continued.
“The next troll is very clever but also a sssssss…sore loser, BEWARE!” Sebastian finished. And with that, the three protector animals vanished.
Ellie and Lion looked at each other wide-eyed uneasily as they marched forward.
We love you Ellie Bean!
Mom & Mimi