Forum Fairy Tale: The Story of the Enchanting Flower Fairy

Dear users, dear authors,
I found an enchanting flower fairy doll in the shop.
I’d love it if you could come up with a story or fairy tale about it. Like all fairy tales, this one also begins with the words “Once upon a time, long ago...”
Who’d like to continue?

Crochet pattern for doll, flower fairy amigurumi

Once upon a time, long ago, there was a woman who had a beautiful garden full of colorful flowers.
One day...

Once upon a time, long ago, there was a woman who had a beautiful garden full of colorful flowers.
One day, she went into the garden to check on her beautiful little pink flowers, just as she did every day.....

Once upon a time, long ago, there was a woman who had a beautiful garden full of colorful flowers.
One day, she went into the garden to check on her beautiful little pink flowers, just as she did every day.
Then she heard a soft little voice singing a beautiful little song.

Once upon a time, long ago, there was a woman who had a beautiful garden full of colorful flowers.
One day, she went into the garden to check on her beautiful little pink flowers, just as she did every day.
Then she heard a soft little voice singing a beautiful little song.
The little fairy was enchanted by the sounds... 

Once upon a time, long ago, there was a woman who had a beautiful garden full of colorful flowers.
One day, she went into the garden to check on her beautiful little pink flowers, just as she did every day.
Then she heard a soft little voice singing a beautiful little song.

The woman paused to listen and try to understand the lyrics. 

Once upon a time, long ago, there was a woman who had a beautiful garden full of colorful flowers.
One day, she went into the garden to check on her lovely little pink flowers, just as she did every day.
That’s when she heard a soft little voice singing a beautiful little song.

The woman paused to listen and try to make out the words.
She was enchanted and felt transported back to her own childhood.

Once upon a time, long ago, there was a woman who had a beautiful garden full of colorful flowers.
One day, she went into the garden to check on her beautiful little pink flowers, just as she did every day.
Then she heard a soft little voice singing a beautiful little song.

The woman paused to listen and try to make out the words.
She was enchanted and felt transported back to her own childhood.

After all, her flower fairy mother had always sung her to sleep at night.

Once upon a time, long ago, there was a woman who had a beautiful garden full of colorful flowers.
One day, she went into the garden to check on her lovely little pink flowers, just as she did every day.
Then she heard a soft little voice singing a beautiful little song.

  The woman paused to listen and try to make out the words.
She was enchanted and felt transported back to her own childhood.

For her flower fairy mom had always sung her to sleep at night.

Lost in the sound of the voice and lost in thoughts of the past, she continued strolling through her flower-filled garden. 

Once upon a time, long ago, there was a woman who had a beautiful garden full of colorful flowers.
One day, she went into the garden to check on her beautiful little pink flowers, just as she did every day.
Then she heard a soft little voice singing a beautiful little song.

  The woman paused to listen and try to make out the words.
She was enchanted and felt transported back to her own childhood.

For her flower fairy mother had always sung her to sleep at night.

Lost in the sound of the voice and lost in thoughts of the past, she continued strolling through her flower-filled garden.
Then, under a rosebush, she discovered a tiny little creature. 

Once upon a time, long ago, there was a woman who had a beautiful garden full of colorful flowers.
One day, she went into the garden to check on her lovely little pink flowers, just as she did every day.
That’s when she heard a soft little voice singing a beautiful little song.

The woman paused to listen and try to make out the words.
She was enchanted and felt transported back to her own childhood.

After all, her flower fairy mom had always sung her to sleep at night.

Lost in the sound of the voice and lost in thoughts of the past, she continued strolling through her flower-filled garden.
Then, under a rosebush, she discovered a tiny little creature.

“Hello, little flower elf, I haven’t seen you in a long time,” said the woman with a smile. 

Once upon a time, long ago, there was a woman who had a beautiful garden full of colorful flowers.
One day, she went into the garden to check on her beautiful little pink flowers, just as she did every day.
Then she heard a soft little voice singing a beautiful little song.

The woman paused to listen and understand the words.
She was enchanted and felt transported back to her own childhood.

Because her flower fairy mother had always sung her to sleep in the evenings.

Lost in the sound of the voice and with her thoughts in the
past, she continued strolling through her flower-filled garden.
There she discovered a tiny little creature under a rosebush.

“Hello, little flower elf, I haven’t seen you for a long time,” the woman said with a smile.

The two chatted about old times over a glass of flower nectar.

Once upon a time, long ago, there was a woman who had a beautiful garden full of colorful flowers. 
One day she went into the garden, as she did every day, to check on her beautiful little pink flowers.
Then she heard a soft little voice singing a beautiful little song. 

The woman paused to listen and to understand the words. 
She felt as if enchanted and was transported back to her own childhood.

Because her flower fairy mama had always sung her to sleep in the evenings.

Lost in the sound of the voice and with her thoughts in the
past, she strolled on through her flower-filled garden. 
There she discovered a tiny little being under a rosebush.

"Hello, little flower elf, I haven't seen you in such a long time," the woman said with a smile. 

The two chatted about old times over a little glass of flower nectar. Much had happened since their last secret meeting here in the garden by the rosebush. 

Once upon a time, long ago, there was a woman who had a beautiful garden full of colorful flowers.
One day, she went into the garden to check on her beautiful little pink flowers, just as she did every day.
Then she heard a soft little voice singing a beautiful little song.

The woman paused to listen and try to understand the lyrics. 
She was enchanted and felt transported back to her own childhood.

For her flower fairy mother had always sung her to sleep at night.

Lost in the sound of the voice and with her thoughts in the
past, she strolled on through her flower-filled garden.
Then, under a rosebush, she discovered a tiny little creature.

“Hello, little flower elf, it’s been a long time since I’ve seen you,” said the woman with a smile.

The two chatted about old times over a glass of flower nectar. A lot had happened since their last secret meeting here in the garden by the rosebush.

The cute little flower elf plucked a leaf from the nearest bush, rolled it into a neat cigarette, and began to smoke.

Once upon a time, long ago, there was a woman who had a beautiful garden full of colorful flowers.
One day, she went into the garden to check on her lovely little pink flowers, just as she did every day.
Then she heard a soft little voice singing a beautiful little song.

The woman paused to listen and try to make out the words.
She was enchanted and felt transported back to her own childhood.

For her flower fairy mother had always sung her to sleep at night.

Lost in the sound of the voice and with her thoughts in the
past, she strolled on through her flower-filled garden.
Then she spotted a tiny little creature under a rosebush.

“Hello, little flower elf, it’s been a long time since I’ve seen you,” said the woman with a smile.

The two chatted about old times over a glass of flower nectar. A lot
had happened since their last secret meeting here in the garden by the
rosebush.

The cute little flower elf plucked a leaf from the nearest
bush, rolled it into a proper joint, and began to smoke. The woman was shocked: Had anyone ever seen a flower elf do something like that before?

Once upon a time, long ago, there was a woman who had a beautiful garden full of colorful flowers. 
One day, she went into the garden to check on her beautiful little pink flowers, as she did every day.
Then she heard a soft little voice singing a beautiful little song. 

The woman paused to listen and understand the words. 
She was enchanted and felt transported back to her own childhood.

For her flower fairy mother had always sung her to sleep at night.

Lost in the sound of the voice and with her thoughts in the
past, she continued strolling through her flower-filled garden. 
Then she discovered a tiny little creature under a rosebush.

"Hello, little flower elf, I haven't seen you in a long time," said the woman with a smile. 

The two chatted about old times over a little glass of blossom nectar. A lot
has happened since their last secret meeting here in the garden by the
rosebush. 

The cute little flower elf plucked a leaf from the nearest
bush, rolled it into a proper joint, and began to
smoke. The woman was shocked: Had anyone ever seen such a thing from a
flower elf?

The woman said: "The beautiful roses." They can't tolerate smoke.

The elf grinned: “But you can smoke it,” she said cheekily.