A Fairy Tale

A Fairy Tale

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Drippy the Peg Legged Rainbow A Story for Demented Children

John H. Carroll
Published by John H. Carroll at Smashwords Copyright 2011 John H. Carroll Cover image Copyright 2011 John H. Carroll Cover photography by Tracy Carroll This story is dedicated to all the straight people who still love rainbows. This story is not for normal children. If you have any intention of raising a well-adjusted child, this is not the right tale for you. This story is for kids who think everyone on the Disney Channel is an over-actor that should be stabbed repeatedly with sporks. In all seriousness: This is not a good story for most kids, especially not young ones. It could even give them nightmares. I mean it when I call it ‘a story for demented children’. “Winnie the Pooh” and “Amelia Bedelia” are excellent reads for sane children. *** Rainbows have existed throughout the universe since shortly after its inception. Born from light and moisture, they have expanded along with galaxies and other cosmic goo. They only die from the destruction of worlds, absence of moisture, or the long loss of light. Many are ancient, being nearly as old as the universe itself. Others are young, only born moments ago. All are beautiful, although many beings in the universe think them to be evil bearers of bad tidings and illness. This is the story of one rainbow, neither ancient nor young . . *** “Hey, you, are you using this tree?” Drippy asked two cute little bunnies nuzzling by a stately tree. One was black with purple streaks while the other had chestnut brown fur. They weren’t hopping around energetically like all the other bunnies in a nearby clearing. The tree was a tall maple with vibrant green leaves stretching out toward the sky. The bunnies looked up at Drippy in surprise. “I didn’t know rainbows could talk,” the black one remarked in a gloomy voice. “I hate rainbows.”

“Of course rainbows can talk, although I don’t know why I waste my time talking to bunnies. Here I am trying to be...

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