Treasure Island

Margaret Alice

(The Crystal Age / Pretoria - South Africa)

The Thistle’s Offer


...........A Fairytale

The King and Queen were sad, they had
no children, so the willow tree, led by a
thistle, weaved a crib in which the thistle
buried herself and died, the King and Queen
found a baby within – who became their
heart’s delight, they closed off the garden
from all outside, keeping the princess safe
from other children until thistles took over
the garden, children were called in to pick
them – and the princess disappeared, her
job done, the King and Queen loved all the
children of their kingdom instead – But
why, I cried, did the princess have to
disappear?

Vivian French “The Thistle Princess and other
Stories” Walker Books 1995

Submitted: Saturday, January 10, 2009
Edited: Monday, April 13, 2009
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