and the stones
Once in a faraway land, beyond the moon and the stars, lived the Queen of Hurts. She was always in a rush and running late, and lived in a chateau set in a marsh, a sort of castle of cards, a stone’s throw from the Wizard of Oz’s well-tended wheatfields.
The Queen of Hurts had a beloved little blue-eyed cat and a wolf with a soft pelt. The two were as thick as thieves and horsed around so much that the little cat ended up losing her ears. The Wizard of Oz’s mischievous scarecrow scurried to hide them in a dark hole. Fortunately, the wolf was a bit of a shaman, and above all, a clever sleuth. He could read stones, and find his way through thick and thin. Once he found the cat’s ears, he brought them back to the castle, hidden in a bag with a false bottom.
The scarecrow saw it all. “Curses!” he yelled. “This wolf is smarter than I thought; let’s see if he can outsmart a fake frog knocking on the castle door!”
Knock, knock! An explorer frog had lost his way and was seeking shelter for the night. Wary, the wolf went to consult his stonesbut nothing at all. The scarecrow gloated; the wolf was not such a great soothsayer after all. So he shamelessly donned his most lavish golden outfit to go pay homage to the Queen of Hurts and win her over.
But a surprise was in store. The wolf was no longer there. With a well-tempered croak, the magic frog had broken the spell on the royal family and its castle of cards. The wolf had shed his wolf skin, the little cat no longer had her little cat ears: the queen had recovered her king and her princess. Hurt, the scarecrow took to his heels and was never again seen in the marshlands. The frog emptied his bag to the queen, the king and their daughter, and was transformed into a handsome prince, eager to take on any and all fairy tales.
REMERCIEMENTS Kim, Jane, Inès, Milo et Mia.