Once upon a time there lived a young princess named Rosie, they called her this because her cheeks were, well, rosy, (okay so her parents didn't have a very good imagination but at least they didn't name her baldy or something, right?)
Well apart from her rosy cheeks, Rosie had long thick brown hair that fell in curls around her shoulders, which went with her big brown eyes, she was pretty short for her age, but because she was so graceful it didn't seem to matter. In short Rosie was beautiful, but there was no one to view her beauty because you see Rosie and her parents lived in a big, old castle far away from any villages.
Rosie's parents weren't very social people and when they were needed for any royal duties, they would just go down to the village and leave Rosie all alone apart from her servants because according to her parents a village was no place for a young princess.
Rosie didn't like her parents very much, and who can blame her, she felt like a prisoner, I mean she did have luxuries, but what fun were they if she had no one to share them with. Rosie never had anyone to play with, no one her own age to laugh with and share stories and secrets with, she was lonely.
Rosie only had one joy in her life and that was dancing, she could dance hours on end, her favorite place to dance was near the forest that was next to her home, she loved to watch how the trees moved so gracefully, it inspired her.
One day while her parents were away, Rosie was as usual dancing near the forest, watching the trees while humming her own sweet little tune, when she heard a very high pitched but quite voice humming along with her. So Rosie stopped humming while the other voice continued, Rosie searched and searched for it until finally she came to a beautiful big pink rose, and it seemed the humming was coming from there so Rosie learnt down further and for a second she thought that what she was seeing was her imagination, that all the spinning from her dancing had messed up her brain or something but she finally came to the realization that what she was seeing was real. There right in front of her was a beautiful, delicate looking girl the size of a rose petal, she had wings that looked like silk woven with gold, and she was a fairy.
"What's your name?" Rosie said.
The fairy jumped up, looking very startled and covered her ears quickly.
"Gee my ears are only little you know, could you keep it to a whisper, oh that's my name by the way Whisper."
Rosie answered quickly in a whisper, "well hi Whisper, my name is Rosie, and I'm really pleased to meet you". Rosie felt that she had to communicate with this beautiful creature straight away or else it might fly away, and also she had the tiniest fear that this was a dream which crossed her mind every second that past.
"Glad to meet you, I've been admiring your dancing for quite some time now, but never have i the courage till now to confront thee", the young fairy replied.
Rosie's cheeks turned, well rather rosie to say it most clearly, she couldn't believe that such a beautiful creature could admire her. While these thoughts were running through Rosie's mind, the delicate fairy spoke again, growing more and more courageous with every minute.
"I have told my fairy friends about you and they too have come from time to time to view your graceful movements but also your lonely movements. Because we can sense that you are such a lovely young girl we have decided, if you so wish, to turn you into our size for a day every month so you can come into the forest with us and join in the laughter, which us fairy's so often share with one another.