The Magic Carrot
By well-wisher
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Once a wicked witch kidnapped a princess and held her prisoner in her cottage.
But then, one day, wishing to make rabbit stew, she picked a carrot from her vegetable patch and rubbing the carrot three times, turned it into a little carrot man with little orange arms and legs.
Then she told the carrot man,
"Now my little rabbit bait. Go into the forest and when you see a rabbit then run back to me".
And so the little carrot man, following her orders, ran into the forest and in the forest he saw a big brown rabbit and when he did, just as the witch had instructed, he ran back to her.
And when he did, the rabbit, just as the witch had hoped, hopped after him.
But then a fox, seeing the rabbit and fancying the rabbit for its lunch, chased after it.
And a hound, sniffing out the fox and baying loudly, chased after it.
And the hunter with a gun who owned the hound, hearing the hound baying, chased after it.
And so instead of just getting a rabbit for her stew which is what she had hoped, a fox and a hound and a hunter with his gun all ran to the witches house.
And seeing the hunter with his gun, the witch took fright and ran away and the hunter seeing the princess, forgot all about the fox and rescued her instead and not long after that they were married.
But the witch wanted revenge upon the hunter and so, while he was out hunting, she turned herself into a fox and got him to chase her but then, leading him deep into a deserted part of the forest, the witch suddenly turned herself into a giant dragon with antelope horns, a scorpion tail and a venomous serpent for a tongue and then she snatched up the hunter in one hand while snapping his gun in two with the other.
Desperate, the hunter cried out for help but, in that secluded place, there was no one who could hear him apart from the fairies of the forest and they said, "We will not help anyone who kills merely for sport for to kill for sport alone is cruel and bloodthirsty".
And so the hunter promised to the fairies that he would never hunt for sport ever again and then the fairies made the heart of the dragon glow brightly as fire through its scales so that the hunter knew where it was and, drawing his sword, he plunged its blade into the dragons heart and the dragon,dying turned to nothing but a cloud of dragon smoke which blew away with the forest breeze.
And after that, keeping his promise to the fairies, the hunter never killed any animal for sport ever again and, instead, put his energies into being a good prince and, with his wife, lived happily ever after.
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I wish animals could stop
I wish animals could stop being killed for sport, so sad and such a waste of beautiful animals.
I will keep praying to my fairy (maybe one day) maybe...
Pops ~xx~
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