In the depths of the Rocky Mountains, where the pines stretched like the spires of nature’s own cathedral, there existed a legend. It was a tale passed down through the generations, told by the flickering light of campfires and whispered in the hushed tones of awe and fear. They spoke of a creature, a giant…
Once upon a time, there was a poor peasant who had many children. One day, a white bear arrived at their door, promising wealth in exchange for the company of the peasant’s youngest daughter, whom the bear would treat as a queen. The girl was hesitant, but eventually agreed for the sake of her family.
Every afternoon, children would play in the garden of a giant who had been away for seven years. Upon his return, the giant saw the children in his garden and angrily built a high wall around it, banning the children from entering. He declared, “My own garden is my own garden.”
Once upon a time, there was a king with three daughters. When the king left for a war, he warned his daughters not to open the cellar door while he was away. The eldest two promised to obey, but the youngest, Lina, couldn’t contain her curiosity and opened the cellar door. Inside, she saw a great enchanted pig.
Once upon a time, a set of twenty-five tin soldiers was gifted to a young boy on his birthday. All soldiers were identical, standing upright on one foot, except for one who had been cast last when there was not enough tin left. This soldier stood just as proudly on his lone leg.
Once upon a time, a prince was engaged to a beautiful princess. But when his father, the king, fell ill, he told his son to marry another princess to create a strategic alliance. Bound by duty, the prince obeyed, leaving his bride-to-be heartbroken.
In ancient China, the Emperor learned of a nightingale in his empire whose song was considered the most beautiful sound in the world. However, he had never heard it. So, he ordered his courtiers to bring the nightingale to him.