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    Fairy Tales and Other Fanciful Short Stories
    Fairy Tales and Other Fanciful Short Stories
    Fairy Tales and Other Fanciful Short Stories
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    Fairy Tales and Other Fanciful Short Stories

    By E. W. Farnsworth

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    E. W. Farnsworth’s unorthodox, often quirky, fairy tales range from folkloric and fanciful to satirical and bizarre, deriving from many sources. Lorelei and Hansel and Gretel for Real take traditional German tales as points of departure for contemporary retellings. Hugging Proteus, Hera’s Right and Song of Prometheus Unchained derive from Greek myths but have unique voices. The Ark of Time revisits Egyptian mythology from a plausible science fiction perspective. The Chess Master derives from Chinese Dao and Indian chess traditions as well as the fictional tone of Hermann Hesse. Tales of pixies, leprechauns and trolls transform the traditionally received English, Irish and Norwegian folklore. Games for Love in Dragonton borrows its structure, with apologies, from Edmund Spenser’s Shepherds Calendar.
    As in the original versions of Nordic tales, complexity and a dark, menacing edge characterize Farnsworth’s thought-provoking, irony-laden stories. Valley of the Giants posits that contemporary media reshapes our views of traditional stories. Magical songs, art and films rival four-leaf clovers, curative flowers, magical swords and spells.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherZimbell House Publishing
    Release dateMay 21, 2017
    ISBN9781942818847
    Fairy Tales and Other Fanciful Short Stories
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    E. W. Farnsworth

    E. W. Farnsworth lives and writes in Arizona. Over two hundred fifty of his short stories were published at a variety of venues from London to Hong Kong in the period 2014 through 2018. Published in 2015 were his collected Arizona westerns Desert Sun, Red Blood, his thriller about cryptocurrency crimes Bitcoin Fandango, his John Fulghum Mysteries, Volume I, and Engaging Rachel, an Anderson romance/thriller, the latter two by Zimbell House Publishing. Published by Zimbell House in 2016 and 2017 were Farnsworth’s Pirate Tales, John Fulghum Mysteries, Volumes II, III, IV and V, Baro Xaimos: A Novel of the Gypsy Holocaust, The Black Marble Griffon and Other Disturbing Tales, Among Waterfowl and Other Entertainments and Fantasy, Myth and Fairy Tales. Published by Audio Arcadia in 2016 were DarkFire at the Edge of Time, Farnsworth’s collection of visionary science fiction stories, Nightworld, A Novel of Virtual Reality, and two collections of stories, The Black Arts and Black Secrets. Also published by Audio Arcadia in 2017 were Odd Angles on the 1950s, The Otio in Negotio: The Comical Accidence of Business and DarkFire Continuum: Science Fiction Stories of the Apocalypse. In 2018 Audio Arcadia released A Selection of Stories by E. W. Farnsworth. Farnsworth’s Dead Cat Bounce, an Inspector Allhoff novel, appeared in 2016 from Pro Se Productions, which will also publish his Desert Sun, Red Blood, Volume II, The Secret Adventures of Agents Salamander and Crow and a series of three Al Katana superhero novels in 2017 and 2018. E. W. Farnsworth is now working on an epic poem, The Voyage of the Spaceship Arcturus, about the future of humankind when humans, avatars and artificial intelligence must work together to instantiate a second Eden after the Chaos Wars bring an end to life on Earth. For updates, please see www.ewfarnsworth.com.

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      Twelve stories, quite a diverse selection of fantasy, mythological, and desire. A favorite? Of course I have a favorite, and you will too. I particularly loved "The Chess Master", a tale of longing, ambition, adventure, and unfulfilled desire. Having a favorite takes nothing away from the other stories, each as entertaining for different reasons. We get quite a myriad of offerings here, with a few seemingly related. Pick up a copy, you won't be sorry you did!

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    Fairy Tales and Other Fanciful Short Stories - E. W. Farnsworth

    E. W. Farnsworth

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    This book is a work of fiction. Any references to historical events, real people, or real locales are used fictitiously. All characters appearing in this work are the product of the author’s imagination, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead is entirely coincidental.

    All rights reserved, including the right of reproduction in whole or in part in any form. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the written permission of the publisher.

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    Print ISBN: 978-1-942818-83-0

    Electronic ISBN: 978-1-942818-84-7

    Library of Congress Control Number: 2016944213

    First Edition: September/2016

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    Zimbell House Publishing

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    Dedication

    For Hillary

    Acknowledgements

    The following works were first published as individual stories in the indicated anthology from Horrified Press in the United Kingdom in 2016.

    Three Trolls Too Many and Troll Hide, Troll Anthology, edited by George Wilhite, Thirteen O’Clock Press Horrified Press, July 2016.

    Contents

    Valley of the Giants

    Lorelei

    Games for Love in Dragonton

    Pixie Hill

    Troll Hide

    The Leprechaun’s Bride

    Hansel and Gretel for Real

    Hugging Proteus

    Hera’s Right

    Song of Prometheus Unchained

    The Ark of Time:

    The Chess Master

    About the Author

    Readers Guide

    Also By E. W. Farnsworth

    Valley of the Giants

    Victor Mirabile was the successful location manager for many major films, but his assignment for the new film, Valley of the Giants, had him stumped. The film’s director wanted a location where scale could be potentially unlimited, and the giant figures would not look out of place or freakish.

    The best-selling book by the same name was difficult to visualize because semi-mythical figures like the Yeti or Abominable Snowman, and Sasquatch or Big Foot, had only fleetingly been caught by cameras. The special effects programming team could surely handle inserting the Jolly Green Giant of advertising lore and the ten-foot version of Alice in Wonderland, but the film was not going to become a cartoon—the producer had already nixed that idea.

    Mr. Spike Stewart, the producer, a short, fat man with horn-rimmed glasses was fanatical about his vision. He waved his hands when he pitched the vision to Mirabile, and he spoke like a man possessed, This film has to have the look and feel of the fantastic book. Nothing else will do. Look, Victor, I don’t care that we’ve never done anything like this before. We start shooting in thirty days. You have four weeks to find the location. Find me a location for giants, or I’ll fire you and get another location manager who will.

    Being threatened constantly was part of his job, so Mirabile weathered the blast and stated deadpan his practical requirements, I’ll need to do some traveling. Will the budget support that?

    The producer had heard plenty of excuses, but he had a film to produce. He was worried about making his deadlines. So in a rising fury of excitement, he acceded, I’ll approve all your travel as long as you deliver a location—or more than one location—that will work. Use your imagination and scour the world. Ask yourself where you would feel at home, and find that place for my film.

    Victor nodded sullenly and left the producer’s office, careful to duck through the exit door because the doorway was a mere six and a half feet high. Victor was 6-foot-11 ½ inches tall. He was like the giants who would act in the movie, but he had barely missed the cut, which was seven feet tall.

    The producer bragged that he had signed contracts with the twenty true giants on the earth for this film, with no disrespect meant to Ole Edvart Rolvaag. He had even signed the Turk Sultan Kosen, the tallest man living at 8-foot-3, for his cast. One reason the producer had chosen Victor as his location manager was that Victor was the tallest location manager on record.

    Victor had created a list of the ten places on earth where he thought those afflicted with pituitary gigantism like him would feel at home. He resolved to check out those locations and decide which would be the best setting for the film. His logic was compelling: he would scout the regions where the historical giants were said to live.

    At the top of his list was the area of the Himalayan Mountains along the border of Nepal and Tibet where the Yeti were rumored to live. Also called the Abominable Snowman, the Yeti was a huge creature of cryptozoology that inhabited the land of snow, fog, and ice at the top of the world.

    In order to scout the area, Victor hired sherpas to guide him through the mountains. They found, tucked in a deep valley among glaciers a place of strange warmth and tropical greenery, watered by snowmelt and heated by brilliant sunshine which sometimes penetrated the rising mist that hovered over the valley in all weathers.

    The sherpas refused to go with Victor into the valley because they feared the legendary figures that inhabited it. The lead sherpa spoke for all, We won’t proceed one more foot. The creatures that inhabit this region will kill us all. You go ahead if you like. We’ll wait here until you return or until one week has passed, whichever comes first. He snorted and crossed his arms in defiance.

    The other sherpas imitated his gestures in solidarity with their leader. Then they all sat down on the ground and began talking among themselves.

    Their stubborn actions didn’t faze Victor because he was on a mission, so he boldly entered the valley alone. The further he ventured, the warmer the climate became. Freezing temperatures became temperate at first, and then tropical. Victor was obsessed with achieving his goal, so as the temperature changed and the setting turned from ice and snow to green and balmy, he took off his heavy winter clothing, garment by garment.

    Not long after he entered the green area, he had shed his arctic clothing and began to sweat. He was exhausted by his exertions in the thin atmosphere but excited by the prospect of the location for the film. The green meadow and scrub turned to forest. Soon, Victor was almost naked in the heat of the forest, but he didn’t mind because he thought he had found the place that his producer and director would both endorse. He congratulated himself on his luck and intuition. The sherpas had remained behind, but his insight and initiative about the place proved superior to the sherpas’ fears and obduracy.

    Victor found a clearing next to a wide, clear pool with a waterfall running down to fill it, and a stream running from the pool into the forest. He tested the water and found it gelid and good to drink.

    While he was admiring the scene, Victor saw three huge figures emerge from the forest across the pool from where he was standing. He froze in shock because he had never witnessed anything like them. The figures looked human, but they were covered with hair and they must have been ten feet tall. Victor knew they were Yeti. He also knew he was experiencing a first. The creatures knew he was watching them, but they didn’t flee or try to hide. Instead, they seemed to enjoy having him observe them as they frolicked.

    Without hesitation, they all dived into the pool and swam about playing in the water. One of the creatures beckoned to him to join them. Victor was tempted, but he was mindful of the sherpas’ warnings. Instead of jumping in the water, he only waved and shook his head. Was he really seeing a group of Yetis playing in the water before him? While he stood next to the frigid water, frozen with shock, he felt a breath on his neck.

    He had no other warning before strong hands grabbed him from behind and led him to the edge of the pool. Terrified, he struggled, but he could do nothing to break their hold. Before he could process what was happening, they pulled his remaining clothing away and flung him into the freezing water. He was shocked by the cold, and he tried to clamber out of the pool as fast as possible. The giants who had importuned him to swim ranged all along the shore, and they gestured and mumbled to each other as he stepped toward his clothes all red and shivering.

    One of the Yeti walked right up to him and hugged him in its arms, rubbing him all over. The giant felt warm, and Victor realized that it was drying him off with its fur. The creature’s breath was sweetly licorice. When the creature had dried him thoroughly, it stood back while he dressed. The others were curious and began to poke him and turn him this way and that. The Yeti that had dried Victor off shoved them away protectively and took his hand. It led him into the forest with the others following behind them.

    Victor’s head was spinning; he didn’t know what to think. On the one hand, he was actually experiencing real Yetis in their natural habitat. This aroused and excited him on account of his mission. On the other hand, he had no idea what the Yetis intended to do to him. He had visions of becoming their feast.

    The Yeti village was large enough to house thirty Yeti families. All the dwellings were tall, with enormous entries with varying doorway heights. Yetis wandered through the village doing their daily routines, and children played together until they saw the outsider. Then they gathered around and pointed at the stranger. A boy and girl reached out to stroke Victor’s hairless skin. He was making a mental record of the array of the huts and their construction. He tried to assess where he was being led and why.

    Victor realized that his escort was a female Yeti and that she had her own dwelling near the center of the village. Nearby hers was the largest habitation, perhaps that of the Yeti chief. As the female Yeti drew Victor toward her dwelling, the chief and chieftainess, both larger than all the other Yetis, emerged from their enormous dwelling and watched silently.

    The female led Victor into the interior of her hut and gestured for him to be seated on the floor, which had been covered with cut rushes. She fed Victor a creamy liquid and watched him closely while he drank. Victor tried to communicate with the Yeti, but it was no use. She did not seem to mind the fact that they only sat and looked at each other.

    It was not long before Victor heard noises in the square outside the dwelling. He stood and walked outside to discover that the whole village had assembled to gawk at the stranger that the female Yeti had brought home. The chief and chieftainess came forward to parlay with the female Yeti. An argument ensued with both the chief and the female, gesturing wildly at Victor. The chief finally said something and looked like he would strike the female, but the chieftainess intervened and pushed the chief back. Then the chieftainess hugged the female Yeti and pointed to Victor and gestured to the female’s dwelling.

    Victor suddenly understood what was going on. The female Yeti was the daughter of the chief, who did not approve of her being with a human. The chieftainess, who was the female Yeti’s mother, acquiesced with her daughter’s wishes to be with the male of her choice.

    Victor was horrified by what was happening. He saw right away that he would end up the husband of the female if he did not act immediately. His brain reeled at the criticality of doing just the right thing lest he be killed. He did not want to insult or anger the Yeti community because he still harbored the hope that he could use the location for the film.

    He bowed to the chief and gestured that he would be departing. The chieftainess and the female Yeti stood forth and objected. The chief, however, saw his opportunity to get rid of the interloping human. He evidently ordered a group of four young male Yetis to escort Victor back where he came from. One of these Yetis went into the female’s dwelling and brought out the rest of Victor’s clothes. The Yeti was inclined to keep the clothes as a souvenir. Victor appealed this decision in sign language with the chief, who gestured that Victor should be given back his clothing.

    As an afterthought, Victor took out his cellphone and photographed the Yetis and the village with its camera. Later he found this was an inspiration. The hundreds of pictures were the evidence of what he had seen in the Yeti paradise. The Yetis had no idea that he was taking pictures, so they were not self-conscious before his camera.

    Finally, the chief and chieftainess gestured for Victor to depart. He was relieved because he did not know their intentions, but still feared they might decide to eat him. Worse, he thought the chief’s daughter might rescind the chief’s decision to let him go. Victor thought she was desperate for a mate, and he was her choice for that purpose. To be sure he actually left their territory, the chief gestured to a group of males to escort him back where he came from.

    Victor didn’t look back as he followed the four young Yetis back past the communal pool to the edge of the forest where the path up the side of the glacier lay. Victor put on his cold weather clothing and climbed back up the grade. When he looked back, he saw that the four males were waving to him. They were apparently glad to see him go. As they receded in the mist, Victor thought there still might be a chance to use their home as one of his locations.

    He waved back at them, then trekked back to the sherpas’ encampment. The sherpas gathered around him to hear about his adventure. Victor decided they probably would not understand what he had been through. He told them that he had been confronted by fearful creatures and only barely escaped.

    He told them, I was lucky. I found what I was looking for, and I wasn’t harmed. We should now retrace our steps to your village so no harm befalls you. 

    The sherpas had a thousand questions for him, but they had abandoned his quest at the crucial time. He did not think they deserved to know the truth. After they had importuned him without result, the sherpas packed for their journey home. Without a word during their descent, they returned to the sherpas’ village.

    Victor took stock of what he had seen in the green valley of the Yetis. He reviewed the photos he had taken with his cellphone. He decided that one option he could present was to recreate what he had seen in the green Yeti valley in a stage set made from his photos, but he knew he had to have other options as well.

    ****

    Victor’s second venue was in the vicinity of Mica Mountain in Canada near the British Columbia/Alberta border and the little town of Tete Juan Cache, where the sightings of a female Sasquatch figure had been reported almost fifty years prior. He made contact with a contemporary Canadian cryptozoologist named April Roe, a Canadian Indian known for her expertise with Big Foot sightings, and he paid for her guide services to the best location.

    Mr. Mirabile, people joke that I’m part Sasquatch. I can’t prove that I’m not. Look how tall I am. I have a number of likely locations for you to explore. I’ve camped out in this region all my life. I can honestly say that I’ve sighted Sasquatches on dozens of occasions throughout the Mica Mountain area. I can help you, but I have to know our constraints.

    Let’s pick the optimal location and focus on that. I want the highest probability of a sighting, but I also want to see where the Sasquatches actually live. That would be the ideal film location. Just seeing a Sasquatch wouldn’t give us much more than the folklore.

    Well, the best chance of finding the location if you’ve got limited time is at the center of a range of recent Sasquatch sightings. They’re all around Mica Mountain. I’ve plotted them on this geodesic map. We’ll hike there and camp for the night.

    Victor and April pored over the map until he understood her logic and the route. They drove until they ran out of paved road. Then they pulled on their backpacks and set out hiking up a steady grade with scree.

    In view of Mica Mountain, Victor and his guide pitched camp and built a fire. Seated opposite each other on either side of the fire, Victor and April discussed the background and lore of Sasquatch. The female guide told Victor that she was the granddaughter of the workman named William Roe, who had actually encountered a Sasquatch. Her mother, she said, had drawn a likeness of the creature, but it was discredited because some of the features in her drawing did not correspond to William Roe’s published descriptions. For example, the creature’s long neck and flowing hair were not in line with his descriptions.

    While she described her grandfather’s encounter as it had been recounted to her by both her grandfather and her mother, she looked up, and her eyes grew wide in the firelight. She cautioned Victor to remain still and silent with a hand gesture. Victor sensed activity behind him, and two large, hairy and enormous figures sat down cross-legged on either side of him. As if this was the most natural thing in the world, his guide continued her story including the two Sasquatches who had joined them as if their entrance had been planned.

    The creatures evidently liked the lilt of her voice. They murmured along as if they were mimicking what they heard. They laughed and jostled Victor as if he were one of them. One Sasquatch was evidently female, but her chest extended lower on her body and was larger than in humans. The other figure was male, monstrously muscular and very smelly. Victor slowly raised his cellphone and took a selfie including his new friends with his camera. At the same time, his guide took a picture with her cellphone camera of the three figures across the fire from her.

    The Sasquatches remained seated for a long while after the photo session. Then, just as suddenly as they had appeared, they rose quietly and vanished into the forest. Victor and his guide talked at length about their experience. They were both thrilled and humbled by their close contact with the Sasquatches. Even after the fire died to embers, they talked about having been the first to see this Sasquatch couple.

    In the morning, they looked for signs and footprints of the Sasquatches, but they found none. They checked their phone pictures again, and sure enough, they showed what they had experienced. The guide noted that the background of her group picture was somewhat blurred.

    The picture might contain figures in the shadowy background. Perhaps a specialist could improve what actually lurks in the background, she said, sounding hopeful.

    They shared their pictures and then set out on the trails to discover where the Sasquatches lived.

    They looked for two days but found no sign of a Sasquatch dwelling. They passed nearby an ancient silver mine with danger signs warning of possible cave-ins. On a hunch, Victor decided to enter the boarded mouth of the mine and descend underground.

    Look, Mr. Mirabile, if you want to go underground risking your life, that’s your affair. You’re the customer, so you’ve got to be right. I hope you won’t mind if I stay on the surface and wait while you descend in the unknown.

    "Look, I’ve heard all this before from other guides who are too chicken to explore things that no one has explored before. If you must sit here and sulk while I make my discovery, so be it. You remain on the surface while I explore the mine. If I don’t return within the next twenty-four hours, just inform the authorities that a rescue is necessary.

    I’m reluctant, but, as I said, you’re my customer. Your wish is my command.

    She pitched camp near the entrance while Victor broke through the brittle, rotten boards and ventured into the mine using his flashlight as he went.

    The opening of the mine was narrow, but it gradually widened into a cavern with a dark pool at its center. Along the walls of the cavern were many hollows, large enough for large animals to inhabit. Victor shined his flashlight into the hollows one by one, taking note of the dark surroundings.

    In the third hollow, he found two sleeping Sasquatches with their arms around each other. Thankfully, his light did not awaken them. He continued to the other hollows and found sixteen other couples fast asleep. He did not have enough light inside the cavern to take pictures, but with his flashlight shining, he tried to take a few cell phone pictures anyway.

    Victor stumbled and dropped

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