Never Believe in Fairy Tales?

            “Never believe in fairytales.” My mother always says to me. She never passed a day not telling that piece of mystery to me. Is it really a mystery? Well, I do believe. I do believe it’s a mystery! I can’t think of other thing more mysterious than that. My mother told me that when I was just an egg, she left me a while to get some food. Then, when she came back, I’m now then a chick! Now, I really don’t know why I said that. Going back, I do really believe in fairy tales. Secretly, I wander every night to watch some fairies dancing in the moonlight with the beats of the cricket bands. No kidding, but I’ve seen a lot of things that are outrageously impossible to think of, if you are a skeptical one. But when imagination takes its place, you’ll never want to see reality again.

              You know, I never met my grandparents, but I can assure you one thing: one of them is Granny Goose. Now tell me that fairy tales aren’t true! Show me! Show me you human readers! Oh, I’m sorry for that. That’s right; fairy tale blood is in my veins and in each of my feathers. But that doesn’t make me royal. My mother always denies that statement. I wonder why. Anyways, it is not important. I don’t want to be the shadow of the reputation of my grandma. I want to make my way, myself, and I’m going to be at the top of the animal kingdom, the top of the food web, the summa cum laude of every university in the world. I really don’t know why I said that. Actually, my mother always gets mad saying, “You always say nonsense things!” I don’t know why she said that. It’s nonsense. Am I right?

               It’s been a while since I ran away from home; I mean I didn’t actually run away from home. My mother always tells me, “Wherever your heart is, you should go to it.” So I went away from my mother. My heart was really into proving to my family that fairy tales do really exist! At first, I regretted running away from home. I tried to go back, but I did not find them anymore. I was lost in the Magical Forest (that’s how I named it) and the only way out was to move forward and never look back. I learned how to stand with my two webbed foot since that day, and dig yummy worms out of the brown soil. 

            Life has been too short for me. I don’t know why, but I think it’s natural. My mother always tells me to make something to the fullest and never regret what you have done. Being responsible for everything you have done is a sign of being a matured person. So I do not regret telling you my adventures in my pursuit for magical creatures. I’m just a chick, not the one which indicates sexiness. The chick that will someday prove to you that the reality we know of is nothing compared to the world left undiscovered and hidden behind the myths and legends of old wives and wise men. And I will tell you everything I met and got. So you want to hear a chick’s story?