How it all began (a little tale o' fairy)...
Once upon a time,
there was a small dreamer girl who dreamt most greatly and wholeheartedly in all her dreams, of packing up her tinkly, sparkly, phenomenally magical stories and makings into a case and running away with them to present under the glitteryama of big top circus lights..
So it was, one summer evening as the sun set low and the moon rose high, her ears delighted in the whistle and roar of the old-timey circus train rumbling its way ever closer.
With a wish and breath, she hurried night-borne, coat and case gathered, ready to spring, to hop aboard the great locomotive, no matter dining car nor lion lair..
She ran ever faster, feet keeping time with the rattle and hum of track traveled train wheel..
Just as she was about to leap..
Just as her hand reached..
Just as her heart lurched..
Her well-worn boot heel took a slip,
and instead of gracefully bounding aboard,
backward she tumbled!
Rolling and rolling,
hat top over boot tip,
the tinkle and sparkle and phenomenal magic tangling and mangling and self-remaking..
shaken and shook, she was, yes,
but amazed and in awe because her blinking eyes now beheld..
the most colorful array of character and creativity, of small tents and tables bedecked and bedazzling..
at last, she gathered her wits and her wares and found herself warmed.
at last, she shook out her case, draped its enchantments and took up her place in the colorful caravan of makers and markets,
and she never..