A Grimmsical Whimsical Tale of Harrietical Proportions
One plum evening Harriet was sitting under a waving willow when a luscious loaf of brioche floated down and landed before her crossed legs.
“What is this?” the forever spy asked aloud. To her surprise, the tree answered her.
“I am giving you a gift. I have given up one day of my life so you can enjoy a loaf of gluten-filled bread.”
“Wait, are you the Giving Tree?!” asked a bewildered Harriet. A voice responded, but it wasn’t the tree’s. Harriet looked around, and, thanks to her keen observation skills, she noticed an itsy bitsy black spider crawling up the grayed bark of the Giving Willow.
“Graciously receive your gift, and use it before time runs out and the world runs round and life gets away again.”
The spider was nearly out of sight now, and almost out of earshot. “Charlotte wait!!” said Harriet. But it was not to be.
Harriet desperately wanted to understand what was going on, but if there was one thing she’d learned in her years of living, it was that Charlotte was always right.
So she sat down and prepared to enjoy her bread.
“I do wish I had some butter and jam for this. And maybe even a friend to share it with.”
Nothing happened, which shouldn’t have surprised Harriet because as soon as you start expecting magic it unmagic happens.
So I should say that Harriet, for once, didn’t observe the things that were happening. She ever so gingerly, reverently began to pull off a piece of the brioche, not noticing at all the rustle in the grasses and the sparkle in the sky.
“Didn’t you want some jam and butter with that? And a friend?” said Matilda.
Harriet jumped to her feet, entirely unprepared to be caught off guard. “I thought the magic was over!”
“The magic is only over when you say it’s over. C’mon. Let’s eat.” And Matilda sat down and patted the spot next to her.
Now we all know that you can’t leave a trail of bread crumbs without a certain Hansel and Gretel showing up, trying to make their way home. Which is what we’re all trying to do anyway, and so there everybody was, Harriet, Matilda, Hansel, Gretel, Charlotte, the Giving Tree and the whole world besides, looking for home in the fluffiest crumb of a sweet loaf of brioche.