Story 26

Download as docx, pdf, or txt
Download as docx, pdf, or txt
You are on page 1of 10

Ads by Close

Aardgo logoMasterpiece Generator

search

Newest Generators

1. Coronavirus Activity

2. Headline

3. Rhyming Song

4. Pirate Name

5. Male Name

6. Female Name

7. Drake Lyrics

8. Cause of Death

9. Twin

10. Domestic Noir Plot

Top 10 Generators

1. Character Name

2. Rapper Name

3. Quick Name

4. Nickname

5. Rap Lyrics

6. Band Name

7. Username

8. Fantasy Name

9. Story
10. Freestyle Song Lyrics

Plot Generator

Not saved Jump to options for sharing, commenting and voting.

Flora Smith and the Terrifying Fox

A Fairy Tale

by Anonymous

Once upon a time there was a peculiar girl called Flora Smith. She was on the way to see her David
McCallister, when she decided to take a short cut through Hampstead Heath.

It wasn't long before Flora got lost. She looked around, but all she could see were trees. Nervously, she
felt into her bag for her favourite toy, Ted, but Ted was nowhere to be found! Flora began to panic. She
felt sure she had packed Ted. To make matters worse, she was starting to feel hungry.

Unexpectedly, she saw a terrifying fox dressed in a red waistcoat disappearing into the trees.

"How odd!" thought Flora.

For the want of anything better to do, she decided to follow the peculiarly dressed fox. Perhaps it could
tell him the way out of the forest.

Eventually, Flora reached a clearing. In the clearing were two houses, one made from carrots and one
made from muffins.

Flora could feel her tummy rumbling. Looking at the houses did nothing to ease her hunger.

"Hello!" she called. "Is anybody there?"


Nobody replied.

Flora looked at the roof on the closest house and wondered if it would be rude to eat somebody else's
chimney. Obviously it would be impolite to eat a whole house, but perhaps it would be considered
acceptable to nibble the odd fixture or lick the odd fitting, in a time of need.

A cackle broke through the air, giving Flora a fright. A witch jumped into the space in front of the houses.
She was carrying a cage. In that cage was Ted!

"Ted!" shouted Flora. She turned to the witch. "That's my toy!"

The witch just shrugged.

"Give Ted back!" cried Flora.

"Not on your nelly!" said the witch.

"At least let Ted out of that cage!"

Before she could reply, the terrifying fox in the red waistcoat rushed in from a footpath on the other side
of the cleaning.

"Hello Big Fox," said the witch.

"Good morning." The fox noticed Ted. "Who is this?"

"That's Ted," explained the witch.

"Ooh! Ted would look lovely in my house. Give it to me!" demanded the fox.
The witch shook her head. "Ted is staying with me."

"Um... Excuse me..." Flora interrupted. "Ted lives with me! And not in a cage!"

Big Fox ignored her. "Is there nothing you'll trade?" he asked the witch.

The witch thought for a moment, then said, "I do like to be entertained. I'll release him to anybody who
can eat a whole front door."

Big Fox looked at the house made from muffins and said, "No problem, I could eat an entire house made
from muffins if I wanted to."

"There's no need to show off," said the witch. Just eat one front door and I'll let you have Ted."

Flora watched, feeling very worried. She didn't want the witch to give Ted to Big Fox. She didn't think Ted
would like living with a terrifying fox, away from her house and all her other toys.

Big Fox put on his bib and withdraw a knife and fork from his pocket.

"I'll eat this whole house," said Big Fox. "Just you watch!"

Big Fox pulled off a corner of the front door of the house made from muffins. He gulped it down smiling,
and went back for more.

And more.

And more.
Eventually, Big Fox started to get bigger - just a little bit bigger at first. But after a few more fork-fulls of
muffins, he grew to the size of a large snowball - and he was every bit as round.

"Erm... I don't feel too good," said Big Fox.

Suddenly, he started to roll. He'd grown so round that he could no longer balance!

"Help!" he cried, as he rolled off down a slope into the forest.

Big Fox never finished eating the front door made from muffins and Ted remained trapped in the witch's
cage.

"That's it," said the witch. "I win. I get to keep Ted."

"Not so fast," said Flora. "There is still one front door to go. The front door of the house made from
carrots. And I haven't had a turn yet.

"I don't have to give you a turn!" laughed the witch. "My game. My rules."

The woodcutter's voice carried through the forest. "I think you should give her a chance. It's only fair."

"Fine," said the witch. "But you saw what happened to the fox. She won't last long."

"I'll be right back," said Flora.

"What?" said the witch. "Where's your sense of impatience? I thought you wanted Ted back."

Flora ignored the witch and gathered a hefty pile of sticks. She came back to the clearing and started a
small camp fire. Carefully, she broke off a piece of the door of the house made from carrots and toasted
it over the fire. Once it had cooked and cooled just a little, she took a bite. She quickly devoured the
whole piece.
Flora sat down on a nearby log.

"You fail!" cackled the witch. "You were supposed to eat the whole door."

"I haven't finished," explained Flora. "I am just waiting for my food to go down."

When Flora's food had digested, she broke off another piece of the door made from carrots. Once more,
she toasted her food over the fire and waited for it to cool just a little. She ate it at a leisurely pace then
waited for it to digest.

Eventually, after several sittings, Flora was down to the final piece of the door made from carrots.
Carefully, she toasted it and allowed it to cool just a little. She finished her final course. Flora had eaten
the entire front door of the house made from carrots.

The witch stamped her foot angrily. "You must have tricked me!" she said. "I don't reward cheating!"

"I don't think so!" said a voice. It was the woodcutter. He walked back into the clearing, carrying his axe.
"This little girl won fair and square. Now hand over Ted or I will chop your broomstick in half."

The witch looked horrified. She grabbed her broomstick and placed it behind her. Then, huffing, she
opened the door of the cage.

Flora hurried over and grabbed Ted, checking that her favourite toy was all right. Fortunately, Ted was
unharmed.

Flora thanked the woodcutter, grabbed a quick souvenir, and hurried on to meet David. It was starting to
get dark.

When Flora got to David's house, her threw his arms around her.

"I was so worried!" cried David. "You are very late."


As Flora described her day, she could tell that David didn't believe her. So she grabbed a napkin from her
pocket.

"What's that?" asked David.

Flora unwrapped a doorknob made from muffins. "Pudding!" she said.

David almost fell off his chair.

The End

For privacy reasons, your creation will be removed from the web at 5:44pm GMT and later deleted from
our server, unless you choose to publish it.

or

(Published creations are available to anybody with the link.)

Voting and comments are only available on published work.

More From Plot Generator

Short Story

Short Story

Movie Script
Movie Script

Picture Book

Picture Book

Fairy Tale

Fairy Tale

Story Ideas

Story Ideas

Opening Line

Opening Line

Twist

Twist

Writer's Block Cure

Writer's Block Cure

Meme

Meme

Drabble

Drabble

Headlines

Headlines

Freestyle

Freestyle

Line by Line

Line by Line

Romance

Romance

Fantasy

Fantasy

Paranormal Romance

Paranormal Romance
Crime

Crime

Domestic Noir

Domestic Noir

Horror

Horror

Mystery

Mystery

Science Fiction

Science Fiction

Dystopian

Dystopian

Vampire

Vampire

Bronte Sisters

Bronte Sisters

Summertime

Summertime

Smelly Trolls

Smelly Trolls

Our Other Generators

Name Generator

Name Generator

Character Generator

Character Generator

Dating Profile Generator

Dating Profile Generator

Song Lyrics Generator


Song Lyrics Generator

Letter Generator

Letter Generator

Poem Generator

Poem Generator

Pen Name Generator

Pen Name Generator

Tweet Share Share Tumblr Google Reddit

Note: This plot was generated using input from users and does not necessarily reflect the views of Plot
Generator and its programmers.

Contact: [email protected] | Data and Privacy Information | Change privacy settings

You might also like