Toothiana Queen of the Tooth Fairy Armies

The Guardians: Book Three

by William Joyce

“Selfless like her father. Pure of heart like her mother. She was named Toothiana” (Joyce, 84).

Chapter Eleven

A big hullabo is made by the Lunar Lamas over Katherine’s lost tooth. Bunnymund is baffled by their reaction. As long as she’s all right, that’s what matters. Besides,

“‘[i]t isn’t actually lost. She holds it in her hand, and now she’ll grow another one. It’s all very natural and, frankly, rather ordinary. It’s not like she lost chocolate truffled egg or anything'” (68).

♥ for Bunnymund and his logic. I can relate to the way he thinks.

But the Lamas reiterate that the value of Katherine’s tooth is that it’s a “child’s tooth” (69). As a result “Her Most Royal Highness” will visit them, which has never happened and they are tremendously thrilled. Hearing this North, bless him, wonders “if this personage on this continent, [for] he’d likely stolen something from her in his crime-filled younger years” (69).

It turns out, no, he never stole from her for she is not simply royalty but is, in fact, ” ‘Queen Toothiana, gatherer and protector of children’s teeth!'” (69). Everyone seems skeptical or surprised except Bunnymund:

“‘Oh, her,’ he said dismissively. ‘She dislikes chocolate. She claims it’s bad for children’s teeth'” (70).

I love this dynamic. One, it shows he’s aware of her. Two, it shows how feels about her principles (and furthermore, what those might be — the value of teeth outweighs chocolate. The reason for this will be explained later). Third, it shows how he thinks of her. (We’ll learn what the Toothiana thinks later). And fourth, it hints at, when they do officially meet, how they might interact: diagonal interests but not necessarily in opposition. (I seriously love all the Guardians’ interactions.)

Katherine, North, and Ombric (who feels that he remembers hearing about her) are curious. Mr. Qwerty, the bookworm-turned-library offers to tell them about her. But the story actually starts with her parents.

Whoo. Okay. Feels time.

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Rainbow Bee

Day 24: Feb 25

The flowers shone in the sun. Dewdrops sparkled, ethereal rainbows glittering on the edge of leaf and stem. A fat, fuzzy bumblebee sipped from the petals, momentarily striped in like a rainbow.

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The Littlest Differences

Day 231

The tiniest owl fluffed up his wings. No need, of course, but he liked the sensation of feeling larger. His bigger nestnibs clicked their beaks in amusement at him. The littlest owl ignored them. He may be nearly normal, but he would try hard to pass as completely normal around the other owls. Flexing his feathers, he knew he would be safer that way. It was always safer to hide differences when they weren’t too obvious. Wasn’t it? 


Written: 1 June 2016

Words: 78 words

Inspired: an image in my head + a fanfic I wrote + stuff I’m working through 

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Leaf for a Nest

Day 223

Golden leaves glided across the gurgling stream. Tickling through a riverbed of blue and purple pebbles, it sucked gently on the grassy turf at its shore. One leaf drifted close to the grass; a tiny claw snap it up by its stem. Snipping it vigorously, the blue luminous crab decided it would do. It’s color would hide her nest and its crinkly, papery body would not dissolve as quickly in water. Yes, the crab nodded. It was perfect.


Written: 29 May 2016

Words: 76 

Inspired: song and Eastern USA coast (horseshoe crabs?)

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Fairy Tale Friday: The Storks 

Andersen’s Fairy Tales

by H. C. Andersen

This was an old Christmas present from my mom that I re-found at the beginning of the year. It’s a lovely old book, probably from a used book store. There’s a handwritten note in it dated to June 1961. And while I have other books with a lot of the same stories, there’s something adorable about this one so I’m going through reading all them. 

The Storks (pg. 41-7)

“‘Hark! what are the boys singing? ‘ said the little storks; ‘they say we are to be hanged and burnt!'” (41).
“‘I know the pond where all the little human babies lie, til the storks fetch them'” (46).
“‘We will take both a brother and sister to him'” (47).

It begins with a cute family of storks.

Father stork might be a mite conceited for he decides that “‘I daresay they think I have orders to stand there—it looks smart!’ and so he remained standing on one leg” (41).

The little boys are cruel, even if unintentionally as they sing: “‘The first of your chicks shall be struck through the breast / The second shall hang and the third shall burn'” (41).Who sings about babies being cut and burned and hanged?  I’m glad at least one boy (Peter) isn’t taking part and isn’t a jerk.

No, you’ll be fine (to the little storks). “‘Hark! what are the boys singing? ‘ said the little storks; ‘they say we are to be hanged and burnt!'” (41). Aw, poor little storks; they’re scared: “‘But we are so frightened,’ said the young ones, burying their heads in the nest” (42).

Is this story about baby storks being scared by cruel lyrics?

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Two Tales At Dawn [Day 186]

BRIGHT AUTUMN LEAVES glowed on the bottom of the horizon. Like the remnants of embers in a fire, the dawn shone through the bushy lattice of pines and firs and birch. The deer watched the scene calmly, nibbling on breakfast.

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BRIGHT AUTUMN LEAVES glowed on the bottom of the horizon. Like the remnants of embers in a fire, the dawn shone through the bushy lattice of pines and firs and birch. Azana smiled at the sight, invigorated and interested to explore the unknown.

A quiet snore from the bed made her chuckle. Creeping across the floor, she nudged her husband in the shoulder.

“Pssht. Alion. Wake up.”


Written: 30 March 2016

Words: 40 / 67

Inspired: morning + seeing deer outside recently / a story after Romance of Three Jewels

A/N: I couldn’t decide which one I liked, so have both. This was supposed to post at 7 am.

Fairy Tale Friday: The Toad Bride

The Turnip Princess and Other Newly Discovered Fairy Tales

Franz Xaver von Schönwerth

pg. 101

ATU 402 The Animal Bride

Yep. This was a concise little story.

A father will give his house to whichever of his sons spins the finest thread. The third foolish son “took the flax and ran with the wind, back and forth and everywhere imaginable, through forests and swamps, until at last he found himself sinking into the mud” (101).

A toad gets him out and spins his flax on the condition he tell everyone he’s going to get married. Her thread is the best and the third son inherits the house, after which the toad, now a beautiful woman, arrives to get married. As she tells him “‘I was put under a spell by an evil witch and the curse could only be lifted when a young man needed my help'” (101). That’s a unique condition, but why does she have to marry him? Why would she want to?

Green [Day 177]

GREEN SPROUTED FROM every woody nook and crack in the old elm. Fluffy chartreuse moss dangled from a sunny corner of its trunk; silky emerald ferns burst like stars atop roots that popped out of the ground. Birdsong crowned its branches, goldfinches and flycatchers fluttering among the young foliage in flashes of yellow and silver. All the except the tiniest goldfinch. 

She remained in the nest, buried in the twigs and feathers that had kept her warm as an egg. Unlike her nestlings, she had been born with a peculiar green mark that stretched from her beak down her back to her tail. In the right light, it was hardly noticeable, simply an olive streak. But in the full spring sunshine… 

Wings fluttering in self-conscious shame, the little goldfinch remembered the last time she had ventured out with her nestlings. The golden-white light had changed her streak into a shamrock shade so brilliant the other birds had laughed at her. So she had decided it was better to stay away. Little did she know what her mark signified and the brave deeds she would do as a result.


Written: 17 March 2016

Words: 188

Inspired: St. Patrick’s Day 

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Fairy Tale Friday: The Snake’s Treasure

The Turnip Princess and Other Newly Discovered Fairy Tales

Franz Xaver von Schönwerth

pg. 92-3

ATU 760*** Salvation in the Cradle / The Unquiet Grave (I don’t see why the book lists one)

I feel like there should be a different tale type for this story.

Oh, I loved this one. But it was so sad! Well, okay, not tragic sad, but disappointing.

A snake has a treasure that a man, if he follows certain instructions, will obtain. He doesn’t because he wants to the treasure all to himself. He isn’t able to follow the instruction and gets no treasure. We learn anything about the snake – how she became enchanted or why she had hidden treasure.