On a distant cloud, there is a soft and fluffy ‘snoring mountain’. There is a group of little elves living on the mountain who specialize in collecting fairy tales. They all have a pair of furry wings on their backs, like dandelions.
Ollie, the little elf, is the most mischievous among them. His job is to put newly born fairy tales in the forest into transparent jars, then fly to the children’s windows and gently pour the fairy tales into their dreams.
That night, Ollie carried a small cloth bag filled with new fairy tales and flew around the moon ship. He first flew over a large forest. A little squirrel was yawning while holding a pine cone. Ollie quietly flew over and took out an orange fairy tale from his cloth bag, gently placing it on the tip of the squirrel’s nose. The little squirrel sniffed and dreamed that it had turned into a super large pine cone that could walk, rolling around in the forest, making the big trees laugh and bend.
Then, Ollie flew to a small river. A little frog was lying on a lotus leaf with its eyes closed. Ollie picked up a water blue fairy tale and landed it on the frog’s head like a feather. The little frog smacked its mouth and dreamed of growing transparent wings. Together with fireflies, they held a star concert in the Milky Way.
The fairy tales in the cloth bag are getting fewer and fewer, and Ollie is also a little tired from flying. He yawned a little and prepared to go back to the snoring mountain to sleep. At that moment, he saw a small window on the ground emitting a faint Taiwanese light. A little girl is rubbing her eyes and tossing and turning, unable to sleep.
Oh my, I’ve run out of fairy tales! “Ollie scratched her furry head, feeling a bit anxious. He flew around the window, looking for a fairy tale to give to the little girl.
Flying by, he heard an old oak tree outside the window whispering to the wind. The old oak tree said, “I have heard the sound of rain for a hundred years and seen the sunrise a thousand times. Inside my belly, there is a most gentle fairy tale
Ollie’s eyes lit up as he gently landed on a branch of the old oak tree and pressed his ear against it. Sure enough, he heard a story as beautiful as a lullaby. Ollie carefully picked up the story with both hands, it was soft, warm, and carried a hint of the fragrance of leaves.
Ollie held the fairy tale borrowed from the old oak tree and slowly flew into the little girl’s window. He gently placed the fairy tale beside the little girl’s pillow and whispered in her ear, “Goodnight, this is a fairy tale about an old oak tree and stars
The little girl’s mouth slowly curled up, and her breathing became even and long. She dreamed that she was lying on a huge leaf, and the old oak tree gently patted her with its long branches. The stars in the sky were blinking at her.
Ollie watched the little girl fall asleep and happily flapped her wings. He flew back to the snoring mountain and crawled into his small bed made of clouds. Tonight, he also wants to find himself a sweet, flying fairy tale.
Shh, listen, are there elves flying outside the window too? Close your eyes quickly, maybe your exclusive fairy tale is about to fly into your dreams. Good night.
