Arash Eliss and the Purple Frog Fairy Tale | Arash

A Fairy Tale
by Arash

Once upon a time there was a brave boy called Arash Eliss. He was on the way to see his mother Lily Eliss, when he decided to take a short cut through forbidden forest.

It wasn’t long before Arash got lost. He looked around, but all he could see were trees. Nervously, he felt into his bag for his favourite toy, Mr.Teddy, but Mr.Teddy was nowhere to be found! Arash began to panic. He felt sure he had packed Mr.Teddy. To make matters worse, he was starting to feel hungry.

Unexpectedly, he saw a purple frog dressed in a green cloak disappearing into the trees.

“How odd!” thought Arash.

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

Eventually, Arash reached a clearing. In the clearing were two houses, one made from cucumbers and one made from chocolates.

Arash could feel his tummy rumbling. Looking at the houses did nothing to ease his hunger.

“Hello!” he called. “Is anybody there?”

Nobody replied.

Arash 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 Arash a fright. A witch jumped into the space in front of the houses. She was carrying a cage. In that cage was Mr.Teddy!

“Mr.Teddy!” shouted Arash. He turned to the witch. “That’s my toy!”

The witch just shrugged.

“Give Mr.Teddy back!” cried Arash.

“Not on your nelly!” said the witch.

“At least let Mr.Teddy out of that cage!”

Before she could reply, the purple frog in the green cloak rushed in from a footpath on the other side of the cleaning.

“Hello Big Frog,” said the witch.

“Good morning.” The frog noticed Mr.Teddy. “Who is this?”

“That’s Mr.Teddy,” explained the witch.

“Ooh! Mr.Teddy would look lovely in my house. Give it to me!” demanded the frog.

The witch shook her head. “Mr.Teddy is staying with me.”

“Um… Excuse me…” Arash interrupted. “Mr.Teddy lives with me! And not in a cage!”

Big Frog ignored him. “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 Frog looked at the house made from chocolates and said, “No problem, I could eat an entire house made from chocolates 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 Mr.Teddy.”

Arash watched, feeling very worried. He didn’t want the witch to give Mr.Teddy to Big Frog. He didn’t think Mr.Teddy would like living with a purple frog, away from his house and all his other toys.

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

“I’ll eat this whole house,” said Big Frog. “Just you watch!”

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

   And more.

      And more.

Eventually, Big Frog started to get bigger – just a little bit bigger at first. But after a few more fork-fulls of chocolates, 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 Frog.

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 Frog never finished eating the front door made from chocolates and Mr.Teddy remained trapped in the witch’s cage.

“That’s it,” said the witch. “I win. I get to keep Mr.Teddy.”

“Not so fast,” said Arash. “There is still one front door to go. The front door of the house made from cucumbers. 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 him a chance. It’s only fair.”

“Fine,” said the witch. “But you saw what happened to the frog. He won’t last long.”

“I’ll be right back,” said Arash.

“What?” said the witch. “Where’s your sense of impatience? I thought you wanted Mr.Teddy back.”

Arash ignored the witch and gathered a hefty pile of sticks. He came back to the clearing and started a small camp fire. Carefully, he broke off a piece of the door of the house made from cucumbers and toasted it over the fire. Once it had cooked and cooled just a little, he took a bite. He quickly devoured the whole piece.

Arash sat down on a nearby log.

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

“I haven’t finished,” explained Arash. “I am just waiting for my food to go down.”

When Arash’s food had digested, he broke off another piece of the door made from cucumbers. Once more, he toasted his food over the fire and waited for it to cool just a little. He ate it at a leisurely pace then waited for it to digest.

Eventually, after several sittings, Arash was down to the final piece of the door made from cucumbers. Carefully, he toasted it and allowed it to cool just a little. He finished his final course. Arash had eaten the entire front door of the house made from cucumbers.

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 boy won fair and square. Now hand over Mr.Teddy 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.

Arash hurried over and grabbed Mr.Teddy, checking that his favourite toy was all right. Fortunately, Mr.Teddy was unharmed.

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

When Arash got to Lily’s house, his mother threw her arms around him.

“I was so worried!” cried Lily. “You are very late.”

As Arash described his day, he could tell that Lily didn’t believe him. So he grabbed a napkin from his pocket.

“What’s that?” asked Lily.

Arash unwrapped a doorknob made from chocolates. “Pudding!” he said.

Lily almost fell off her chair.

The End

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Arash has been writing stories ever since he could hold a pencil! What started out as an intrinsic love for storytelling has turned into his lifelong passion. There’s nothing he likes better than writing (and reading) stories that is humorous in English and Persian languages, with a touch of Suspense and a poignant streak of truth running through them. Arash is also a YouTuber, Persian singer/songwriter, blogger, traveler, filmmaker, big dreamer, and professional kabob eater. When he’s not writing or dreaming up new stories, you can find him in an adventure road-tripping to national parks! If you want to see Arash in his element (ranting about stories) check out his YouTube channel.

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