She came back to me. This girl originally started out life with Roz as Cilla. She briefly stayed with Brionie and then came to me.
Her lovely customizer, Lynne aka "Happibug" updated her look for me. Lynne creates the most beautiful custom Blythe girls. They are all really special and magical. This girl was special to me the moment I laid eyes on her.
We were in the process of moving and once again, she moved on... and once again, she was updated by Lynne into this beautiful, sweet and soft girl she is today. When I had the chance recently to get her back, I didn't hesitate... she may have changed on the outside. But I still know my girl and of course, she is still very special.
Part of what makes Happibugs so special (to me anyway), are the beautiful stories that Lynne gives them. She graciously wrote her a story and named her Fable..
Many, many moons ago in a green and shady place, in an English Forest at the edge of a tiny village, a young girl was born. She grew up in the village, enjoying the sweet, simple pace of life. Her favorite past-time was to go to the edge of the town, where the sunny meadows full of livestock met the dark forest, and there she would stroke the farm animals and chat with them. Slowly at first, but then in growing numbers, the wild animals of the forest became curious about her. They would creep to the edge of the forest and watch. One day, the tiniest baby deer came over to the fence, where this magical young girl was feeding carrots to the baby goats and horses. The deer gently nuzzled at her arm, and before she realized it, he was eating gently from her palm as well.
That was the beginning of an amazing friendship between this young girl and the forest animals. As the days passed, and summer turned to fall, you could find the girl with her gathering family of forest friends, enjoying the sunshine, eating a ripe pear that fell from the full trees, and falling asleep together in the moonlight. The people of the village couldn't believe it, and told stories to each other about this strange child who seemed more at home with the animals and wild creatures than with the other children in the village.
One cold, stormy and frightening winter day, tragedy befell this tiny village. A terrible, terrible winter storm, unlike any that had visited this part of the world before, came and blanketed the entire area with many feet of snow. Many, many of the village people were lost, including this young maiden's loving parents. As the cold gradually ebbed and the snow eventually melted, those who had survived came out into the weak and pale spring sunlight to look for friends and family ... who had made it through this terrible and frightening time?
As they explored the house of the forest girl's parents, they found no trace of the girl. No one had seen her since long before the storm, they realized as they compared stories. What fate had befallen her?
As spring took hold and flowers began to bloom, children walking near the village reported seeing a girl in the woods. They could never fully glimpse her ... just an impression, almost, of long, colorful hair in the distance and the sound of running feet, a silvery laugh as beautiful as the spring brook after the thaw.
Though she was never seen again by the humans in the village, everyone knew in their heart what had happened during that long, cold winter. This young girl, so beloved of the animals in the forest, had been taken at the first sign of the storm danger, deep into the interior of the woods, where the animals had their secret dwellings. The trees were so thick there, the snow could not penetrate, and the animals lived together harmoniously and survived the winter beautifully. Among them, around the soft glowing embers of a small fire in the evening, sat a young girl ... long, colorful hair and tiny freckles, a small half-smile on her lips... sharing stories and dreams with her beloved forest animals.
|Beneath the Forest...|
If you go to this forest today, and stand very, very quietly near the edge of the woods (be careful, because it's a very dark, thick wood!) you may hear a silvery giggle. The sound of hooves as the spring group of baby deer chase with her ... the sound of running feet and laughter as she leads them in a game. If you are fortunate enough to hear these magical sounds, you will know that you have heard the girl that the villagers came to call "Fable", as she was the source of the most magical story, the most amazing fable that anyone had ever heard in this mystical, beautiful and secluded part of our world.
"Fable", by Lynne Rutherford - June 29, 2013