Nicole Smith

 

Sweet Vents and the Long-necked Goldfish

A Fairy Tale
by Nicole Smith




Once upon a time there was a clumsy girl called Sweet Vents. She was on the way to see her Sweet Vents, when she decided to take a short cut through Rose Woods.

It wasn't long before Sweet got lost. She looked around, but all she could see were trees. Nervously, she felt into her bag for her favourite toy, Ted, but Ted was nowhere to be found! Sweet began to panic. She felt sure she had packed Ted. To make matters worse, she was starting to feel hungry.

Unexpectedly, she saw a long-necked goldfish dressed in a yellow skirt disappearing into the trees.

"How odd!" thought Sweet.

For the want of anything better to do, she decided to follow the peculiarly dressed goldfish. Perhaps it could tell him the way out of the forest.

Eventually, Sweet reached a clearing. In the clearing were two houses, one made from peas and one made from doughnuts.

Sweet could feel her tummy rumbling. Looking at the houses did nothing to ease her hunger.

"Hello!" she called. "Is anybody there?"

Nobody replied.

Sweet looked at the roof on the closest house and wondered if it would be rude to eat somebody else's chimney. Obviously it would be impolite to eat a whole house, but perhaps it would be considered acceptable to nibble the odd fixture or lick the odd fitting, in a time of need.

A cackle broke through the air, giving Sweet a fright. A witch jumped into the space in front of the houses. She was carrying a cage. In that cage was Ted!

"Ted!" shouted Sweet. She turned to the witch. "That's my toy!"

The witch just shrugged.

"Give Ted back!" cried Sweet.

"Not on your nelly!" said the witch.

"At least let Ted out of that cage!"

Before she could reply, the long-necked goldfish in the yellow skirt rushed in from a footpath on the other side of the cleaning.

"Hello Big Goldfish," said the witch.

"Good morning." The goldfish noticed Ted. "Who is this?"

"That's Ted," explained the witch.

"Ooh! Ted would look lovely in my house. Give it to me!" demanded the goldfish.

The witch shook her head. "Ted is staying with me."

"Um... Excuse me..." Sweet interrupted. "Ted lives with me! And not in a cage!"

Big Goldfish ignored her. "Is there nothing you'll trade?" he asked the witch.

The witch thought for a moment, then said, "I do like to be entertained. I'll release him to anybody who can eat a whole front door."

Big Goldfish looked at the house made from doughnuts and said, "No problem, I could eat an entire house made from doughnuts if I wanted to."

"There's no need to show off," said the witch. Just eat one front door and I'll let you have Ted."

Sweet watched, feeling very worried. She didn't want the witch to give Ted to Big Goldfish. She didn't think Ted would like living with a long-necked goldfish, away from her house and all her other toys.

Big Goldfish put on his bib and withdraw a knife and fork from his pocket.

"I'll eat this whole house," said Big Goldfish. "Just you watch!"

Big Goldfish pulled off a corner of the front door of the house made from doughnuts. He gulped it down smiling, and went back for more.

   And more.

      And more.

Eventually, Big Goldfish started to get bigger - just a little bit bigger at first. But after a few more fork-fulls of doughnuts, he grew to the size of a large snowball - and he was every bit as round.

"Erm... I don't feel too good," said Big Goldfish.

Suddenly, he started to roll. He'd grown so round that he could no longer balance!

"Help!" he cried, as he rolled off down a slope into the forest.

Big Goldfish never finished eating the front door made from doughnuts and Ted remained trapped in the witch's cage.

"That's it," said the witch. "I win. I get to keep Ted."

"Not so fast," said Sweet. "There is still one front door to go. The front door of the house made from peas. And I haven't had a turn yet.

"I don't have to give you a turn!" laughed the witch. "My game. My rules."

The woodcutter's voice carried through the forest. "I think you should give her a chance. It's only fair."

"Fine," said the witch. "But you saw what happened to the goldfish. She won't last long."

"I'll be right back," said Sweet.

"What?" said the witch. "Where's your sense of impatience? I thought you wanted Ted back."

Sweet ignored the witch and gathered a hefty pile of sticks. She came back to the clearing and started a small camp fire. Carefully, she broke off a piece of the door of the house made from peas and toasted it over the fire. Once it had cooked and cooled just a little, she took a bite. She quickly devoured the whole piece.

Sweet sat down on a nearby log.

"You fail!" cackled the witch. "You were supposed to eat the whole door."

"I haven't finished," explained Sweet. "I am just waiting for my food to go down."

When Sweet's food had digested, she broke off another piece of the door made from peas. Once more, she toasted her food over the fire and waited for it to cool just a little. She ate it at a leisurely pace then waited for it to digest.

Eventually, after several sittings, Sweet was down to the final piece of the door made from peas. Carefully, she toasted it and allowed it to cool just a little. She finished her final course. Sweet had eaten the entire front door of the house made from peas.

The witch stamped her foot angrily. "You must have tricked me!" she said. "I don't reward cheating!"

"I don't think so!" said a voice. It was the woodcutter. He walked back into the clearing, carrying his axe. "This little girl won fair and square. Now hand over Ted or I will chop your broomstick in half."

The witch looked horrified. She grabbed her broomstick and placed it behind her. Then, huffing, she opened the door of the cage.

Sweet hurried over and grabbed Ted, checking that her favourite toy was all right. Fortunately, Ted was unharmed.

Sweet thanked the woodcutter, grabbed a quick souvenir, and hurried on to meet Sweet. It was starting to get dark.

When Sweet got to Sweet's house, her threw her arms around her.

"I was so worried!" cried Sweet. "You are very late."

As Sweet described her day, she could tell that Sweet didn't believe her. So she grabbed a napkin from her pocket.

"What's that?" asked Sweet.

Sweet unwrapped a doorknob made from doughnuts. "Pudding!" she said.

Sweet almost fell off her chair.

The End


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