I have given you parts of the story over the month of October. Now for the edited complete story. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.
This story was written for and is dedicated to my beautiful, magickal granddaughter, Brianna Riley.
Nestled secluded in the deep magickal forest among the tall, deep, green pine trees sits a tiny picturesque cottage. The birds and animals of the forest come often to visit the cottage and the beautiful witch, Brianna who lives here. Brianna always has treats and stories for her feathered and furry visitors.
Brianna longs for a family of her own with lots and lots of children. No, Brianna does not want the children so that she can fatten and eat them. She is a kind and good witch. She loves children’s cute smiling faces, their sweet musical voices and laughter. Most of all Brianna loves the pureness of a child’s heart.
Summer was coming to an end. Brianna had been extra busy gathering herbs, toadstools and other items that she would need for her magick and spells during the cool autumn and cold winter months ahead. Brianna always thought of her forest friends and gathered extra during her forages to help them also through the barren months.
Now, it was time to treat herself for all the hard work she had done.
Gathering her favorite broom, Riley, her cloak and hat Brianna chanted the magick words that would allow her to fly through the night unseen. Guided by the light of the full moon Brianna giggled as she encouraged Riley to fly higher and higher.
Over the trees they flew, the stars shimmering above as Brianna and Riley flew to the town far, far away. A place were people, tall buildings, cars, bright lights and unfamiliar noises filled the night. Brianna had been to town before. She was filled with excitement, not fear. She knew exactly where she wanted to go…
Honed in on the destination Riley maneuvers Brianna through the starlit skies toward a tall, historic looking building. The architecture of the building is breath taking. It is beautiful. The contents inside the walls of the beautiful building is the treasure that Brianna longs to get her hands on.
As Riley and Brianna are closing in on the building Brianna begins to chant words that are familiar to Riley. Riley knows these words will magickly open the window through which he and Brianna will enter.
Riley stands in the corner next to the door ready to warn Brianna of intruders should any appear. Brianna claps her hands and dances with joy as she swirls amongst the shelves and shelves of treasures before her. Will she be able to pick just one?
Closing her eyes, she runs her fingers over the treasures while chanting eeny, meeny, miny, moe, a rhyme often used by children as a way of selecting someone or something. There under her pointed finger is her treasure…Pinocchio.
A fairy tale story of a wooden marionette, named Pinocchio, come to life. Geppetto, a woodcarver dreamed of having his own boy. He decided to make his dream come true by carving a boy from wood. Brianna’s heart pounds. She too wants her own child, but she is not a woodcarver and cannot carve a child from wood. She sighs and a tear slips from her eye.
Another story catches her eye, The Gingerbread Boy. Sitting on a bench she begins to read. The ideas in Brianna’s mind begin to swirl faster and faster. She can hardly wait to get home. Brianna’s musical chanting soon has her holding magickal reproductions of the treasured books in her hand as she flies out the ornate library window.
Back at the cottage settled in front of a warm, crackling fire sipping a steaming cup of special witches’ brew, Brianna reads her treasures once again. Gazing into the glowing fire Brianna decides that she will make her own boy just like Geppetto did.
Brianna does not want a hard, wooden boy. She wants a boy that will be sweet and soft….
Brianna jumps up and grabs her cauldron. In goes the ingredients that will bring her dream to life.
• 3 cups all-purpose flour
• 1 teaspoon baking soda
• 3/4 teaspoon ground cinnamon
• 3/4 teaspoon ground ginger
• 1/2 teaspoon ground allspice
• 1/2 teaspoon ground cloves
• 1/2 teaspoon salt
• 1/4 teaspoon freshly milled black pepper
• 8 tablespoons (1 stick) unsalted butter, at room temperature
• 1/4 cup vegetable shortening, at room temperature
• 1/2 cup packed light brown sugar
• 2/3 cup unsulfured molasses
• 1 large egg
• Sprinkles of love
• Sprinkles of Magick
• Royal Icing (recipe follows)
1-pound (4 1/2 cups) confectioners’ sugar
2- tablespoons dried egg-white powder
6- tablespoons water
Following each ingredient Brianna sprinkles in generous amounts of love and magick. Stirring in a deosil direction sparks of magick bounce from the spoon into the dough, flowing not only from Brianna’s hand but from her heart. The ingredients are whisked to perfection. The inside of the cauldron begins to glow.
Brianna rolls and pats the gingerbread dough into shape and puts it into the oven. When the timer dings Brianna opens the oven door. There on the baking sheet is the cutest, sweetest, smelling gingerbread boy ever.
Removing the gingerbread boy from the oven Brianna sets the pan on the counter to cool. As the gingerbread boy cools, the love and magick begins to swirl bringing him to life.
The gingerbread boy pinches himself to see if he is truly alive. He is. A horrible thought enters his mind. A witch has brought him to life only to eat him. It is well known that witches like to eat little children. Oh no, not this gingerbread boy he gasps. He is alive, and he will not allow himself to be eaten.
The gingerbread boy jumps off the pan onto Brianna’s broom Riley. Riley is startled. In his startled state Riley flies right past Brianna with the gingerbread boy hanging on tight.
Through the open window they fly. Fly, fly you can’t catch me, I am the gingerbread boy and I can fly away from you.
Brianna jumps onto her spare broom but it is old and worn and does not fly as fast as Riley. In the distance she sees Riley and the gingerbread boy barely miss hitting Mr. Bear’s head.
Mr. Bear sniffs and grunts and grabs for the gingerbread boy. I smell the sweet, spicy goodness of a gingerbread boy. Fly to me gingerbread boy, I want to eat you.
No, no shouts the gingerbread boy. I am not for eating. I flew away from the witch and I can fly away from you shouts the gingerbread boy as he leaves Mr. Bear still sniffing and grunting.
Close, but not close enough to catch the gingerbread boy, Brianna sees him fly over Mr. Deer. The gingerbread boy barely misses being caught by Mr. Deer’s huge antlers. Mr. Deer sniffs and snorts. I smell the sweet, spicy goodness of a gingerbread boy. Fly to me gingerbread boy, I want to eat you.
No, no shouts the gingerbread boy. I am not for eating. I flew away from the witch and Mr. Bear and I can fly away from you shouts the gingerbread boy as he leaves Mr. Deer still sniffing and snorting.
Still just behind the gingerbread boy, Brianna sees him fly next to Mrs. Eagle. Spying the gingerbread boy Mrs. Eagle screeches as she smells the sweet, spicy goodness of a gingerbread boy and reaches out her talons. Wouldn’t he make a tasty treat for her tiny eaglets. Fly to me gingerbread boy so my tiny eaglets can eat you.
No, no shouts the gingerbread boy. I am not for eating. I flew away from the witch, Mr. Bear and Mr. Deer and I can fly away from you shouts the gingerbread boy as he leaves Mrs. Eagle still screeching.
Not able to catch up to the gingerbread boy Brianna cast a magickal spell on Riley. Riley and the gingerbread boy spiral to the ground landing next to a huge ant hill.
Oh, No! We all know that ants love sweet, spicy gingerbread boys. The gingerbread boy frantically looks around as the ants come marching up the broomstick toward him.
Closer, closer, closer and closer the ants come. The gingerbread boy is trembling. He shuts his eyes and prepares himself to be eaten.
Suddenly something grabs him, lifting him. He feels the wind as though he is flying again. Is he escaping the ants only to be eaten by Mrs. Eagle’s eaglets? To scared to open his eyes he waits and waits.
Suddenly he feels the earth beneath his feet. Still trembling he opens his eyes. There in front of him stands Brianna. She has finally caught him. He trembles even more as he waits once again to be eaten.
Gingerbread boy, why did you fly away from me Brianna ask? I do not want to eat you. I only want to love you…my sweet son.
See the Magick…Feel the Magick…Experience the Magick
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