I am returning to thank to all those who contributed! Your names will be part of my Collected Children's Stories book, as soon as we reach the goal. I am very touched by your contributions.
There once was one Chatty Cathy. This is how she was called. It was said she was a swan, but she did not have a mirror. She had all sorts of fairies around herself, these were supposedly beautiful and they danced beautifully in the forest, they wore beautiful transparent silk clothes. Kathy looked mainly inside. Into her inside, that is, because she had no mirror and she felt - for many different reasons but mainly because most of the fairies were avoiding her - that she did not belong here with them. Perhaps somewhere else… At last, she did not know where at all. So she started to wander.
As she wandered around, she came to a large advertisement table: MM. There was no picture and so she did not know what this one meant. She walked on further. A bunch of fairies ran by her and she just looked into the emptiness and distance. She walked by a bridge and noticed swans. They sat on the water and when they got frightened they ran on the top of the water like Jesus. Not entirely so. They helped themselves with their wings. Cathy was looking down into the water from the bridge but she did not see her image because she was too high. She was bending over a little and she was waiving her legs. Then she walked further. Suddenly she found a large heap of toys. They lied there just so on the ground, on the grass as if someone spilled them out from a big truck. It was strange but not for Kathy. She did not wonder at it. She just came closer and she stood there a moment, then squatted and took a wooden horse into her hand. She sat up onto this one a princess - such a pretty doll she dreamt to be herself - and she started to create stories.
As she played like this a policeman came. Supposedly these toys are not to play with. Supposedly there is playing forbidden, supposedly she has not noticed that sign. Kathy felt ashamed and with a smile she thanked the policeman for his warning. She ran down the small hill where there was a very fast and loud, very thin little river. Maybe one calls it a mountain stream but there was no mountain there only a far-far away meadow full of sunshine. Kathy stuck one of her feet into the river, for a moment she was balancing like this, then she sat down and she stuck the other one in, too. She placed her head into her hands supporting it against her knees and she was looking into the water. This one was bubbling and throwing itself and foaming. It was not possible to see anything in it because it was so wild and therefore it did not mirror. In another moment Kathy felt like getting up and so she started to wander upward. There was such a little mount there. She started to breath heavier. It was as if this little mount was growing in front of her. She stopped for a second and she looked up. Now it started to interest her. And so she started into that big mountain. She walked and strode and she smiled. Before long she knew not about fairies and policeman that is how she has gotten involved and breathless. Quickly she could see she will be there. Ah! She breathed out and she stretched with a smile there all the way on the top. She looked around at the blue skies. She took a deep and sensual breath. She stopped still for a moment. She could not see the fairies, nor the policeman anymore and so la-la-la she jumped around, she did summersaults and she watched around this mountain top. Suddenly she noticed some quiet stir as she walked around some boulder. Someone was there. They were not fairies, but people. These were smiling at her and they took out toys, which they were offering to her. Kathy sat down crossing her legs and she smiled as well. She thought that probably she, too, would be a human.