You can read the second fairy tale of the volume Bluebell Piyie's Tales below. Bluebell Pixie arrives in a forest on her walkabout, where she makes the mistake of laying her head on a moss pillow and sleeping for a while. Meanwhie the mouth of the enchanting bag is unlocked, and every fairy tale and their characters whoever only exists, takes on a life its own... How does she stop the unleashed fairy-tale creatures and what happens next? This is what this tale is about, which is closely related to the first fairy tale The Spring Fairy and the Enchanting Bag. The picture is for illustration purposes only. I wish you a lot of fun, good reading!

Here is the tale:

Bluebell Pixie had long ago left the hovel, which became a beautiful cottage after the magic tale, to the great joy of its inhabitants.

She was wandering through shady forests, on the banks of streams, on winding roads, when she suddenly came to the Spring Fairy's Magic Forest.

"I will rest here," she thought, and made her bed at the foot of the shady trees: on a cushion of moss, on a bed of leaves, she slept sweetly. Suddenly she woke up to a strange noise: the noise came from the enchanting bag, and it became louder and louder, until suddenly the mouth of the bag opened, and the many, many tales rushed out of it reel-rall: The Enchanted Castle, The Battle of the Black King and the White King, the dragon tales, The Little Roly-Poly, The Golden Oriole, The Story of Fairy Helen and Arg'elush (Árgyélus) [1], Son of the White Mare [2]; Now then, they had to flounce out one after the other through the narrow mouth of the bag. They all flew, circling in the Magic Forest, and then scattered where they could see. Thieves, witches, elves, fairies, sorcerers, princes, royal princes, dragons with three, seven, twelve an seventy seven heads, and seventy-seven heads, magic steeds, magic swords, staffs, helmets, waters, and rhymes; what can only be imagined in a fairy tale, they were all freed along with the fairy tales, and now they were running wild in the Spring Fairy's Magic Forest. The forest rang and resounded, the trees turned green with anger, their branches sounded alarm, the bushes hid their miracle flowers among prickly thorns, and Bluebell Pixie sprang up to catch the fugitives with a loud scream.

That is all very well, but she only wanted to! The wicked old witches from among the branches of the trees giggled mockingly at him, the Iron-Nosed Witch [3] grimaced at him, the goblins and little elves, showing figs, ran briskly in a thousand directions at once; the magic steeds shooted the air, the seven-headed dragons and dragons with all kinds of heads breathed flame to the Magic Forest, the princesses shamefacedly toddled and picked up the golden twigs of the Fairy Tale's Magic Forest tumbling, to be able to move; the princes threw themselves at the dragons with shouts of "Sword out, sword!", the witches began spells and counterspells, and in a crack, they scattered even outside the Magic Forest; so that poor Bluebell Pixie ran in vain to herd them together in a hundred directions at once.

The enchanting bag lay empty beside the moss pillow, and Bluebell Pixie flopped down under the trees twisted by evil spell and she wailed bitterly:

"Oh, I am unfortunate, why did I sleep, why did I lie down to rest, that I would rather have walked my feet to the bottom, if only all the tales had not been run!" She lamented.

Her wailing mingled with the frantic ringing and resounding of the Magic Forest, and at last all these were noticed by Spring Fairy, who had just arrived at her castle from behind the beyond, and saw in her crystal ball the extraordinary turmoil.

The evil creatures of fairy tales were already starting to rampage among humans, but then Spring Fairy, shoo! swung her magic wand and all the fairy tale characters froze. The spells, fairy-tale creatures and objects that had been broken free all returned to their own tales, before she swung a second time; and the tales returned in the fairy tale bag at the third swipe.

Then Spring Fairy asked the bag:

"What was this escape? Do you think anything is possible as soon as someone does not pay attention to you for a moment?" She frowned strictly.

"There is not much space here, we are very tight," the tales whined in the bag.

"And could not you tell Bluebell Pixie? If you had spoken, she would have warned me at once, and I would have conjured up more space for you at once," and Spring Fairy touched the enchanting bag with her magic wand, and it became just spacious enough to fit all the tales comfortably.

"Well, take better care of your bag, Bluebell Pixie!" She warned. "From now on, you can give them to wanderers who love fairy tales and have their hearts open to them. If you find such a person, the fairy tale bag is always doubled, and then you can halve the whole thing with him. It never runs out, but if you meet such persons who do not open their heart to fairy tales, the enchanting bag will remain closed.

You can always pull out a new story for the children, because they love them. But a thick crust grows on the hearts of adults, it does not let the fairy tale into the heart, so from now on the enchanting bag will only open if you come across open-hearted, fairy-tale-loving people on your way."

Bluebell Pixie hung the bag back around her neck and wandered on. Indeed, everything happened as the Spring Fairy predicted: the bag only opened near the children, and when she met a fairy-tale-loving adult, it was doubled, just as fairy tales were doubled in it. At such occassions, she hanged one of the enchanting bags from his shoulder and gave it to whomever it concerned. Thus, over time, many, many adults with enchanting bags have wandered on the roads, and if they knock on the door in the evening to ask for accommodation for the night, they pay with magic tales.

Those who receive such a payment, will benefit: their children sleep like a log, and during the sweet dream, goodness blossoms in the hearts of adults and children alike.

It can be known by this, where Bluebell Pixie's enchanting bag has been and who the fairy-tale-loving wanderer is. Watch it you, too, maybe you meet such a wanderer! You will know them by their enchanting bag woven from the gold of the Sun and the silver of the Moon, adorned with fairy hair, and by their sweet word.

Keep your heart open to them at all times, then you will be good people!

Written: 08 / 12. 2005., by J. W. Cassandra
Translated: 03 / 06. 2025., by J. W. Cassandra

[1] The origin of this name is the Latin Argyrus, from the romance with title "Romancs of Argyrus and Fairy Helen, written in the epoch of humanism. The meaning of Argyrus is about 'tricky' or 'wily'.

[2] This tale was originally a Hungarian legend, later its version became a folk tale.

[3] This witch I translated as a loan translation, missing a better version. In the dictionaries for the idiom is given 'Baba Yaga'. This idiom has its origin from Slavic languages and from Russian, where in the folk tales the figure is identical with that of in my fairy tale. The figure origins in a superstitoin of the prehistoric age, when some feared persons' cadavers before burying got a 'nose' made of iron so as prevent them to haunt among people. This figure and fear has been preserved in many folk tales in the shape of the old and terribile witch.

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