Oh, really? Well, let me see if I can't think up a charming one, then.
Once upon a time there lived a little girl who had a terrible penchant for getting herself into trouble. She was very pretty, with eyes like a clear summer sky and hair like spun gold, which she had seen a particular gnome do for her once after she'd properly guessed his name — spinning gold from straw, that is. And she lived in a lovely kingdom, all green countryside and lakes and wildflower patches, and spent all her days dreaming of one adventure or another, as she climbed trees to look for golden eggs and peered in rotten logs in search of diamonds and even scampered off as far as the abandoned gingerbread house across the way to sample a chocolate shingle and some icing mortar, once in a while.
She was very good at getting into trouble, but luckily her parents had taught her that if she ever truly needed help, to just whistle through her fingers or puckered lips alike, and they would come running to find her at once.
Well, that was all well and good, until one day she was playing a little distance from an old well, when up in the sky she spotted a condor with its wings spread wide. And she was so delighted to see such a lovely bird that she leapt up and waved, never thinking what trouble that might cause her.
And trouble it did! For when the condor spotted her jumping, it swooped right down and caught her up in its talons, and started to soar away with her.
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Once upon a time there lived a little girl who had a terrible penchant for getting herself into trouble. She was very pretty, with eyes like a clear summer sky and hair like spun gold, which she had seen a particular gnome do for her once after she'd properly guessed his name — spinning gold from straw, that is. And she lived in a lovely kingdom, all green countryside and lakes and wildflower patches, and spent all her days dreaming of one adventure or another, as she climbed trees to look for golden eggs and peered in rotten logs in search of diamonds and even scampered off as far as the abandoned gingerbread house across the way to sample a chocolate shingle and some icing mortar, once in a while.
She was very good at getting into trouble, but luckily her parents had taught her that if she ever truly needed help, to just whistle through her fingers or puckered lips alike, and they would come running to find her at once.
Well, that was all well and good, until one day she was playing a little distance from an old well, when up in the sky she spotted a condor with its wings spread wide. And she was so delighted to see such a lovely bird that she leapt up and waved, never thinking what trouble that might cause her.
And trouble it did! For when the condor spotted her jumping, it swooped right down and caught her up in its talons, and started to soar away with her.