Inspired by the incredibly creative writing style of the Morgan M. Morgansen shorts, I took my own creative liberty to both write and tweak a sort of cliché, typical fairy-tale story into something more unique and innovative.

~ Enjoy

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Tiny The Abblyflub 

Somewhere between the spactacularous Crimson-Wood Tree Village and the Pebble Molehills homelived the Abblyflubs.  The smallest of these winged-feather sparkle creatures was Tiny, and she, normalist as any other Abblyflub, had been colorfied as a small-person with cherry hairfur and diamond-like butterly float feathers on her rearside.

All Abblyflubs were notoriously naught-trouble since each was life-given, and Tiny, deverious as any, had been shout-hollared as the devaciously devilish, most troubblyflying Abblyflub on the whole spinnyrock.  Tiny hand-snatched and grab-handled every other Abblyflubs own-things and disapperated them into longish-area pirate boxes.  Tiny had a sample-tongue for snatch-stealing playtoys from delightable Polserwlistles; Abblyflub pet-poodles and great-danishes.

One moon-hover, while Tiny was snore-slumbering of sneak-treasures and snack-treats in her homekeep, all of the other Abblyflubs talk-planned togetherselves.  They plottified a fantacular feat, and snuck-toed into Tiny’s homehouse, stole her magicified sparkle stick, and disapperated it in the puddle-hole rearsided the greatiful Burnwicks homenest.

That sun-dangle, when Tiny lid-lifted her eyeholes, she laugh-snickered and ooze-happied about all the sneak-trouble she could terrify with her trick-powers.  She self-spoke of transfigurating Dancy Abblyflub’s sopherstone to sea-slush, and Nanny Abbluflubs see-sights to dustpetals; Oh, she might even missplacify King Abbluflubs gold-circle in the gigantical Garblewits darkish spit-cavern!

But when Tiny slip-walked off her slumber-quilts and eye-spotted in her nighttower, she eeked and open-mouth breathed-deep.

“Oh, sour-toothed hand crumbs!  My sparkle stick has been disownified!”  She scream-whistled.  Her front-head colorchanged to appleshade, and tea-smoke spillhappened out of her earholes.  What dastardly doughnut could have habberdone such a thing?  Unhaving her sparkle stick made her loosify her sneak-powers!

Mad-steamed and trick-tickled, Tiny hover-floated through the Abblyflub petalsploch. She shout-hollered and yell-hooted, orderwishing the revealination of whatperson had snatch-handled her sparkle stick, but not an Abblyflub spokified a one-utter.

The childersized Abblyflubs and snowflake-portioned Polserwhilstles happy-huffed at her troubleness, and the oldwrinkled Abblyflub pointed their face-nozzles up cloudward.  Tiny was twitterpated and angrytorn, hope-thinking she could force-make the kiddie-cruel Abblyflubs sprout horn-pokes and the elder Abblyflubs hatch tail-snakes.  But she could none-happen any of it, and float-sprung to the daisy schools where the giant cattersnakes and buterbirds lived.

Tiny hip-rested on one of the petal-sprouts and started to eyewater, but nopersons compassionated, they too distanced to ear-listen.

It happenated during her tear-fallling that her petal-flower began to globequake, toss-dropping a terrorscared Tiny into the dirtpatch undershaddow.  The mudgoop place-landed interscope her faceholes and fingerspreads, and she hand-scrubbed the mudmess gone as quickpaced as happenable.  Once the black-dirt was vanished, she saw-spotted a terrifyable see-thing.

A humungous gross-beastmonster sniff-snorted in frontside of Tiny.  It was gigantisized, horromungus, scarifying and unpretty.  The moistest terriblinding seething she’d ever wittnified!  Tiny screech-yelled and flew rearward in a frantiful explode of sparkle-powder.  The beastmonster shout-hollared also, and ran-hopped opposided the glittery powder-dust in a fearfrenzy.  Then, without before-telling, liquid splotches fell-soared out of the sky.

The sun-dangle could not have becomled any terribler for Tiny.

Disfraggled and disserpointipated, Tiny cover-hid herself in a winged-beasts tree-hole, crawlsnuggling in the heatfeeling out of the water-dropples.

“Oh, howhappen will I livifiy withnaught my trick-powers?”  Tiny tear-whimpered to her soloness.  “I’ll not-ever stay heart-beating by myself.  What did I cause-happen to desevify this?”

“Perhaps you should questionate the greatiful Burnwick?”  Coo-called a strangeiful voice, startle-worrying Tiny.  Luckhappenly, it was no terrornating beastanimal, only Petterworth, the moon howl-bird.

Tiny thought-doubted questionating the Burnwick was a smart-thinking – he was always cruel-taunted and sleep-groaning; shout-whistling at Abblyflubs and crush-hammering Polserwhisltes playthingers.  But Petterworth told-swayed Tiny that the sun-happening of nowness could not happen any worsifuller.  There could neverhappen a better timeplace to questionate the Burnwick for anysorthing.

Once the watter-drizzle slowed, for terrorthinking of being deheadistrated, the owl glidified with Tiny under feather-arm to the Burnwicks houseplace.

The Burnwick was sitting in his person-rester on his deck-stand, deep-breathing his smoke stick, watch-happening as tree-hairs were microzapped by glowing thunder-sparks of the sky-globe in the faraway distplace.  Tiny walk-snuck up the stairwalk finger-grabber to talk-happen with the Burwnick, and he breifquickly ignoripated her.

“Why have you journeywalked to mouthmove with me?”  He questionaritated with a drum-beating mouthtone, short-lowering his smoke-stick for Tiny to step-walk on.

“Oh, Great, Powerful Burnwick; I have misshappened my trick-powers!”  Tiny answerigated weak-lipped, shake-trembling with each foot-walkment.

“For good happening, I reasonify.”  The Burnwick said, smart-thinking.

“But I have not made bad-happens!”  Tiny lawyerfied arguamently, bottom-facelip sticking away poutward.  “A few trick-things now and over, but no-person has ever gotten pain-feelinged because of me!”

“Ones pain-feeling is not for you to thoughtmagine, and hurt-pains are not the equalness of wrong-happens.”  The Burnwick told-whispered her wisely, pipe-drinking his smoke-stick again.  “Reapperate all you’ve disappearinated, sorry-talk for your happenthings, and then I will think-maybe of help-looking for your sparkle stick.”

Tiny felt her heart fall pit-ward in her body – all of her trickthings would be ruinated!  But no person darethought of questionating the Burnwick more, so, with a stomach-resting heart-thing, Tiny did as he ordermade.

She float-flew to and fro, sorry-speaking here, reapperating things there.  She bringbacked Princess Abblyflub her Tiara, and Nanny Abblyflub her knit-needles.  She apolo-whispered to Polserwhistles and childsized Abblyflubs, givingplace their eat-sweets and toy-thinngys, and she returinated Madam Abblyflubs looking circle.  And then, once every ownerthing and gifty-present was returnified, and went backplace to the Burnwick, proud-feeling of her happenings.

“Sir, I have made-placed all you have order-questioned, now may I have my sparkle stick?”  Tiny questionared, watch-looking at the Burnwick pleadfully.

“Did you regive the King’s hourcounter?”  The Burnwick inquirated, check-thinking on Tiny’s word-given.

“Yes.”  She answerated.

“And the Princes’ reflection-looker?”

“Yes.”

“Trickster’s topspin?”

“Yes, sir, I did!  I have happenated all those thingerfys, and now, please, please speak-tell where my sparkle-stick is?”  Tiny beg-pleaded, falling downward on her kneestubs.

“Very well,” The Burnwick heavy-breathed.  “Your sparkle stick is in the puddle-hole behind my livingplace; if you can rehappen it withnot using trick-power, then you may reownify it, as long as you swear-whisper never to use your trick-power on another Abblyflub por Polswerwhistle for the rest of your live-days.”

“Oh, sir, I swear-whisper!  I swear-whisper everything!”  Tiny promisated.

And with that, she disapperated.

The puddle-hole rearside the Burnwicks restplace was long-dropped and dangerridden, as all Abblyflubs understood.  It was black-colored and water-dripping, and liquidation and sparkle-glitter never stir-souped together well.

Tiny could have usified a light-glow to help guide-see her down the puddle-hole, but the Abblyflubs never creatified light-torches, for their sparkle sticks did enough light-glistening when the now-second came to have one, but Tiny had no sparkle-stick to lightglow her way.  Tiny could have usified a twine-rope to find-look her way skyway and earthway in the puddle-hole, but she was a very long-travel away from a town-village that could supplicate her with one.  Tiny could have usified a coat-clothes and shoe-bandages, to keep her feet-fingers and hand-toes from getting wet-feeling and stick-stuck, but again, her trick-powers were long disapperated, and she could make-wish nothing.  She had to reach-touch the very endplace of the puddle hole on her own.

The echo-sounds in the puddle-hole made her scare-shiver, but she had to doify her greatestness.  She was getting sleepy-eyed, for the puddle-hole was very longish, and she wasn’t sure if reapperating above earth-surface again that blue-sky was happenable.  And then, all of her hope-wishes and great-fears were releasified as she touch-felt a sprinkle of liquid-splashing beneath her bottom-hands and up-feet; she had reached the end-water.

Illatified, glowing with happy-greatness, Tiny skimmered the liquid-ground, knowledge-thinking that all sparkle sticks never sunk-fell in water-plains.  Oh, how her live-time would be glowy and shine-sparkling again!  She had surlived the terrorings and and had found her happylight!  She could glowify her way back to the tippy-top of the puddle-hole; she could speed-float and dance-fly, play-gamethings and dust-paint the could colors!  How wonderness, how great-fortification was it to have her trick-powers back!  To once again be allowable to do all the play-games any other Abblyflub could!

But Tiny could not do trickery; she had made a swear-pact to the Burnwick, and his anger-smite was in immensable strongness to any other.  And because of that, float-dancing and wind-whislting her way to the top of the puddle hole, Tiny kept her promise-speak, having learned all in one sunrise a very, very untiny lesson.