Mable: The poll results so far are promising!... The highest choice is actually Beauty and the Beast, which I shall get to shortly. I chose this one for a mixture of reasons. Mostly, I know there's a Cinderella movie coming and I wanted to get it posted now so that it doesn't appear that I tried to take it from that. Though I honestly am not planning to go see the movie unless it eventually comes on TV or something. Same thing with Into the Woods; though my credibility is shot considering that Child was singing in the last Fable. XD But anyway, anyway, I don't own 9 and Cinderella is public domain for the most part, Enjoy!
Stitched Fables:
Pitch Stained Glass
Once upon a time there lived an older gentleman carpenter named Two. He was very kind and made a living making toys for children in the delightful kingdom in which they lived. Two had never been married but did have a family that consisted of his twin nieces, Three and Four. When the girls were very young they came to live with him with their mother, his sister Crochet. Unfortunately Crochet fell ill and soon passed away, leaving her daughters with Two. Crochet had been quite a bit wealthier than her sibling and so the girls had to live in a different kind of household.
His house wasn't nearly as grand, no nanny to tend to them, and they had to help around the house more. That didn't mean that Two didn't provide them with hearty meals and warm beds, but he always hoped to give them more than that. The inheritance they had received from their mother had to be rationed which meant that they couldn't get the finer things in life anymore. For all that it was worth the two girls managed to stay strong and kept smiling. Two gave them a formal education and many books to read along the way which pleased them greatly.
However, there were occasions when he saw their need, such as when they passed a shop window with something beautiful inside or saw other girls wearing lovely dresses. As much as the two, mute girls were intrigued by their studies there was still a part of them that remembered the nicer things, the things their mother gave them. Throughout the years Two had always taken every opportunity he could to reward them, but on the salary of a toymaker he simply couldn't give them as much as he wanted to. Yet one day opportunity presented itself in a way that Two had never expected.
It was a sunny day outside and Two was working in his shop. "And we tighten this…" He spoke as he turned the small screw into the equally small black speaker before perking. "Then we just put it back in…" He reopened the back of the plush doll and placed the speaker inside before closing it and quickly latching it closed, making sure the string was still free. "And she is all fixed!" He promptly pulled the string and the small doll released a soft, "I love you, Mama." Immediately the face of the small Stitchpunk before the counter alit in happiness; she was a small girl of only a few years or so.
Her curled yarn bounced as she hopped eagerly, "She's okay! You made her better!" The older male crouched down and handed her over, "Now make sure to be careful with Nancy around the water. We don't want her to lose her voice again, do we?" The tiny Stitchpunk shook her head, clasping the doll close and hurrying to the other side of the shop to show her mother. Two stood again with only slight difficulty from an old leg wound that still gave some problems occasionally.
He was more than happy to help any children that came in with a broken toy and, unfortunately, this wasn't little Porta's first time with her doll needing repairs. At least this time the mistake didn't involve having to replace limbs, she was becoming at least somewhat more careful with the doll. Soon her mother came over. "Thank you so much for this, Two." The woman smiled, a lovely woman of wealth, and Two smiled back. "It is nothing. Anything to get a smile from a child, hmm?" The mother smiled before adding, "But I can at least pay you for your time, please."
Two tried to wave it off, but she was insistent, and as she went into her coin purse she added in, "Did you hear about the ball? Oh, I suppose you have! Everyone's been abuzz about it!" Two perked and raised a brow, "Actually, I have not. I don't get out that much." He chuckled a bit and gestured to the shop as she handed over the payment. It was quite generous, probably merely a drop in the bucket for her, and he was very thankful. "Apparently the King has become a bit uneasy about his son's reluctance to find a mate and has arranged a ball to assist."
Two wasn't too surprised; he didn't know much about the king, but he didn't seem like the type to just sit on his throne and do nothing. He got involved in anything and everything he could from the safety of his throne. It was somewhat amusing to someone like the toymaker. "You know, after that little… Incident with the prince's twin running off with the Wolf in the woods I can see why he's trying to get the prince settled. It was such a sudden event!" Two nodded in agreement; he had heard about the prince running away, though quietly he actually found it a bit romantic in a way.
"I'm honestly surprised his Majesty didn't set fire to the forest." He explains with a playful smile and the female adds in a giggle, waving her hand. "Nearly did! So the ball will be held in only three days. All young ladies of marriage age are welcome to attend with their families. Though, tis a shame that Porta is a little too young and I am a little too old." Two added in, "And, if I remember right, a little too married." The female waved yet again with a soft chortle, "Oh Two! You are always on!" At this time Porta began to tug at her dress, "Mommy…" She pouted quietly and the mother shushed her.
"Alright, Dear. Go outside and wait for me." The little girl started out and her mother turned back to Two, "Thank you again, Two. You are a blessing." She then started heading out while Two waved after her. It wasn't until she was gone that Two really thought about it further. Three and Four both looked young, but they were woman now, and while it would be outrageous to think they would strike the fancy of the prince they would perhaps want to go to the ball. Anyone male or female and young or old would want an excuse to attend something so magnificent.
Two wasn't too off subject. Later that day when Two headed into his home behind the shop he found the twins quite excited. Though mute he had learned to understand their flickering whispers. They couldn't believe there was an opportunity to go to the ball and see royalty, to dance to music all night, and were already imagining all wonders in the world. "Then why don't you go?" He asked pleasantly as he worked on some lentil soup to be served with dinner. The twins had just finished some cleaning and were sitting at the dining room table.
It only took a second for their faces to fall. They looked to themselves, to their recently gained ash stains, and shook their heads. They faked smiles and flickered images of books and of toys; they were happy with what they had. If anything this hurt Two more than if they would have just said they couldn't. Once again he feared that they were settling for him, for the life he had to give them. "Oh… Well I…" He looked down to the soup before clearing his voice box. "I just remembered that I left something in the Workshop. Would you two mind finishing the soup? I won't be long."
The two knew they upset him and were sorry. Four went to stir the soup while Three quickly hugged her uncle before they both watched him leave. Two didn't go to the Workshop, however. He crossed into the back garden behind the house where a single grave rested among a bed of flowers. It was well tended to by the twins and the male sighed before crouching before it, his leg aching in protest as he did so. "Crochet, I wish you were still here… It seems your little girls are just like you were. So friendly and kind… Won't admit something is wrong until it's too late."
He felt a depression set back in, but Crochet had been gone for years, it was still about what he couldn't give the two girls. "I just wish that I could do more. It feels like they are missing out on what we had when we were young… Heaven's knows that I wasn't thinking of supporting us three when I became a toymaker. I just wanted to follow my dreams. Have I stunted there's?" He sighed before crossing over to a tree nearby, sitting against it and watching the grave quietly. Eventually his optics slid closed. A few seconds pass before he suddenly heard a sigh of wind that blew against his front.
Then, suddenly, the sound of the wind rose until it became a voice. "Two…" The voice murmured, "Take care of my darlings. I know you can give them everything I can't, the love I can't any more, the happiness they deserve. They're yours now…" Two's optics opened and he straightened with a start. For a short while he looked around in alarm. "Crochet?" There was no answer presented. He remembered the words clearly; they were the ones that Crochet had told him before she had passed away. He wasn't sure if he somehow fell asleep or if it was just a memory of some kind, or if it was actually Crochet speaking to him.
Either way he suddenly found that a spark of inspiration hit his mind. "Give them everything I can't..." He pushed himself to his feet, ignoring the stiffness and moving in front of the grave. "Crochet… I don't know if that was you or me, but I swear that those girls are going to be happy. They've asked for nothing and have been selfless. I will get them to that ball." With that he began his work.
The next day while the twins were studying in the Library Two closed the Workshop early and went to buy fabric. Taking the generous bonus from fixing the doll the day before he bought the most beautiful rolls of silver and gold fabric that he could along with bright ribbons, lace, and buttons. Later that night he told the girls that he needed to work late on a toy order and tucked them in before setting to work. He already had their measurements and worked quickly into the night stitching one dress of gold and one dress of silver.
By morning he was finished and rested for most of the day before attending both lunch and dinner with his nieces. It was actually at the dinner table when he dropped his spoon in alarm when he remembered that he hadn't made shoes. Once they were in bed he went into a panic. "There must be something left!" He sputtered as he searched through his things. "I… I used all of the fabric?! But this can't- They can't…" This was unacceptable. He had to find them some shoes and it wasn't until he looked to a shelf of glass vases, most of which he made himself long ago, when he had a new idea.
"They certainly wouldn't be comfortable… And I haven't worked with glass in such a long time…" He then perked, "But they would be beautiful. It would only be a couple of hours and they would only focus on that they were so nice than that they were uncomfortable." He was convinced and for the rest of the night he worked on making slippers out of pure glass. He slept until afternoon when the final phase of his plan came into motion. He headed out to the tree and placed the glass slippers before it on the ground before laying the dresses over the lower branches.
While he was working on a mid-day snack for them, they were quite distracted as today was the day of the ball and they were stuck reading a book on romance and fairy tales, probably reading about other celebrations like these. "Oh girls…" He began in a soft tone with a warm smile, "Would you do me a favor? The tree in the back yard is starting to collect dead branches and get weighed down. Can you pull some of them free while I finish in here?" The two nodded and stood before hurrying off, rushing so that they could soon return and read once more.
He waited patiently and after only a few minutes the twins came running back in. Four had a wide smile and excitedly flickering optics while Three was carrying the golden dress in her arms, cuddling it close. "What are these?" Two asked in the best surprise he could muster. He even looked at them as though studying them in wonder before being dragged out into the yard by Four. She quickly grabbed the other dress, hugging it tightly as Three now leaned down and lifted a slipper, studying and cataloguing it quickly with her optics. "How amazing! You just found them out here? In the tree?"
They both nodded and Two added in, "Who do you think they were from?" He knew who he wanted them to think they were from. It worked as Three suddenly seemed to realize and pointed out the grave. Four looked over as well, practically in disbelief but coming to the same conclusion as she had. "That must be. Gifts of silver and gold; they must be gifts from heaven!" He smiles wide and looks to them happily, "This means that you two can go to the party!" They perked and beckoned to him again before running off to get dressed. Two chuckled to himself and followed them inside.
Soon it was evening time and Three and Four appeared fully dressed. Three was in the gold dress with her glass slippers while Four was in the silver dress with her glass slippers. They had removed their hoods and looked nearly unrecognizable. "My…" He began in awe, "You two… You two are stunning. Just beautiful, both of you." He guided them outside to the front of the house. The kingdom was quite safe and the castle wasn't very far so they would walk, but they didn't mind. Either way they beckoned for him to come. "No, no. This night is for you two. Besides, I'm not fit for a celebration at the castle."
But they would have none of it. They used a few ribbons from their dresses and enwrapped them into Two's vest and tied around his neck. He didn't look nearly as nice, but he decided to go along, if only to watch and make sure that they had a good time. They climbed the palace steps and entered into the main hall. The castle was beautiful; a stunning white marble seemed to cover everything while red draping hung from the ceiling and walls. There were extra draperies, lanterns and dozens of candles, tables of appetizers, and a ballroom filled with dancing Stitchpunks while soft music was played.
The twins immediately went to mingle while Two waited at the food table and watched them. He wasn't exactly feeling ready to go socialize and instead wanted to make sure they were having a good time. It wasn't until sometime later that someone new appeared. When the prince appeared into the ballroom everyone turned to look at him abruptly in surprise. Every female seemed to swoon dramatically. The twins didn't immediately fall in love, but they were definitely in awe at seeing him so close. Many girls came closer, princesses and duchesses and more, and Two could only hope that the twins wouldn't be upset.
Though he found himself dropping a small Crab Beast puff in surprise as he noticed the prince approach the two. He had almost forgotten what they had above the others; they were twins, and the prince was one of a set of twins too. The three talked for a while before eventually Three separated herself to dance elsewhere, obviously trying to get Four and the prince alone. The two continued talking and were obviously getting closer to each other before the prince swept out an arm regally, she giggled at the gesture, and offered to dance with her. The two then took to the floor.
They began to twirl and dance together, shimmering beautifully in the ballroom, and everyone was watching in wonder. Two felt his chest flutter in delight and watched for a bit before noticing a curtained balcony nearby. The balcony wasn't well lit and only hung about five or six feet above a set of gardens. It was nice for getting some space and he stretched before taking in the air. "Well, Crochet, we've done it…" He rested his hands on the railing and blinked in surprise before looking at his hands, "What in the world…?" A black, sticky substance rested on his hands, "What is this? Tar?"
"It's pitch." Another male voice spoke from behind as he was joined on the balcony by another male. "They were pitching the roof and spilt it all over the grounds." Two chuckled a bit, "Ah, of course! Pitch!" He attempted to rub it off on his vest, "I should have expected, shouldn't I?" he asked in a friendly manner before looking out at the gardens and the night, "Pitch or not, it's certainly a beautiful garden! I wonder why they didn't have the celebration out here." The other male scoffed a bit, "In the dirt? Much too messy. What if they expected to walk back inside?"
"They could shed their shoes." Two pointed out playfully before the other male continued, "I suppose that the night is a success. None found a dancing partner. He hasn't yet announced an engagement; I expected something like that after Nine ran off with the first Stitchpunk-." He scoffed again, "Stitchpunk, I wish, it was a Wolfpunk." He seemed somewhat bitter and Two shrugged, "Ah, but that's young love." He promptly cut off as he looked over and realized who he was standing beside. A taller male of thin structure cloaked in a red cape and a tall crown atop his head.
He didn't come into public optic too frequently, but Two immediately recognized the male beside him as the King. He tensed and looked abruptly ahead again, trying not to look stiff as his gripped the railing. Though he reluctantly realized that he hand his hands squeezed in the black muck once more, in the thick pitch. The King arched a brow and looked down, "Yes, I certainly trust the opinion of someone who has set their hands in the same pitch patch twice." Maybe it was nerves, but Two found another chuckle emerging before admitting, "I… I didn't intend to do that."
"… Is your vision poor or did you really not notice who I was until now?" Now there seemed to be a smug tone, slightly playful, and Two relaxed a bit before admitting, "Both? I apologize, this may seem very awkward but this is one of my better days." The King added in with, "I can believe it." Though the tone was fully amused and Two turned his head to look towards him, finally not submitting over the slanted optics. "Well, your highness, what in Luxembourg are you doing out here? Shouldn't you be in there with the prince, prodding him to get married. I haven't spotted the priest yet."
"Oh no, you can't trust priests. I'm doing the ceremony myself." The King remarked before adding in, "And for the moment you may refer to me as One. If only for your comfort, so you may finally pull your hands free of the pitch." Two looked down and smiled, "I'm not even sure if I can…" Now One continued, "You see, I noticed you came in with the girl dancing with my son. She is your daughter?" Two explained quickly, "My niece, but I have raised her and her twin since they were young. My sister passed away quite some time ago."
"I am sorry…" One murmured softly, "I know what it is like to lose someone close." He was clearly sympathetic and Two nodded before looking towards the other male, "They wanted to come quite badly and I didn't… I wanted them to take the opportunity. I didn't expect them to meet the prince, we're not royalty or especially wealthy, but I expected that they would have a good time." One nodded in understanding and looked down at the other's vest. Two suddenly felt a pale green glow upon his face as he remembered the odd ribbons on him.
"They somewhat dragged me along. I wasn't really intending- They look the part, I don't." One looked amused again, but not a haughty amused, it seemed like he was growing a bit tenderer. "I wasn't intending on attending either. Too many young Stitchpunks thinking they can get to None through me." Two nodded in understanding, "You don't want to give a bias. I respect that… Even though I still have a feeling you would be biased towards any Wolf." One gave a firm nod, "Naturally." He then blinked in confusion, "But the dresses… You just said you weren't wealthy."
He seemed to be suspicious like he didn't believe Two and the Inventor explained. "They were a gift from their mother." When this got an even more confused look the Two explained quietly, "I had a bonus from a recent job. I work as a toymaker. So I bought the fabric and sewed the dresses, then made the slippers, and hid them in the tree beside her grave…" He smiled. "I thought that the girls would appreciate it more if it was a magical gift from their mother. She was my inspiration anyway." One seemed impressed, but he wasn't the only one listening. Two didn't notice Three sprint away from the curtains.
"I just try to give them all I can." Two finished and One murmured, "My, you certainly do, don't you?... I don't believe you gave me your name." Two played coy, "Oh, I doubt you would want my name." The King insisted, "I certainly do, and if you don't give it to me I can wait until you turn around again." The shorter wasn't too surprised at the comment and added in, "I'm Two." One stared at him before muttering, "Are you trying to be endearingly ironic?" The shorter waved it off with a still stained hand. "No, it's just an odd coincidence. Though perhaps we were destined to meet here."
"Yes, if I wouldn't have come out tonight then you will still be stuck to the railing." Two now seemed slightly confused and asked in return, "But why is a successful King speaking with common folk like me when there's a ballroom full of royalty?" One straightened himself, "I'm not speaking to common folk." He addressed quickly before his voice grew a bit lower in tone. "I'm speaking with you…" Two felt the heat return to his cheeks and chuckled with slight anxiety. The male somehow was driving the normally social Two to feeling flustered and slightly interested in an odd way.
"You're… You're very charming." Two admitted quietly and One responded, "Says the Stitchpunk who sewed dresses for his nieces only to give all the glory to his sibling… You created some sort of miracle." Two was blushing harder and he turned to One, noticing how much taller he was, "I'm capable of anything, I suppose." They just stood there for a few moments when One started to lean in. Two suddenly thought he was preparing to try something else and gasped in surprise, but didn't pull away, uncertain what to do.
Instead One leaned around him, "Someone just ran out." Two blinked and looked back, "What?... Four?!" He gasped in surprise. He could see the front steps and gates from here and recognized the silver dress as the twin tripped down the steps before dashing off, her sister in tow. Two gasped, "No, girls, wait!" He started to climb over the railing to One's horror, "What- What in the bloody- Where are you going?!" Two sputtered out, "The drop's low, I have to go after them!" He jumped down and landed half in a bush and half on his feet, which promptly sunk into more blackness.
"Oh good Lord, they did spill this everywhere…" He murmured as he started sprinting towards the steps. "You insane fool, what exactly are you trying to accomplish?!" One called in disbelief, but Two didn't respond and instead arrived at the steps. He could hear other Stitchpunks coming as he looked around. Three and Four couldn't be seen anymore and the only thing left behind was a glass slipper. He lifted it as his mind raced, "Why would she leave?! She was having such a good time- I hope she didn't mistaken my absence of me leaving them!"
Suddenly his mind switched gears as he suddenly realized that the only was the prince could find her again was if he knew where to find her. He wasn't sure if it would help, but he rested the glass slipper on the steps and began to run back towards their home. He was limping by time he got there. Three and Four were pacing in the kitchen when Two dashed in, "Girls-!" He panted and leaned against the table, "Girls, I didn't leave! I was just- I was out on the balcony!" Yet the two both seemed distressed about something else. Three pointed to her dress and then to the Toymaker.
Two stares in alarm before sighing. They knew, they must have heard. "Oh girls… I'm sorry I lied…" he looked downwards at the floor before sitting in a chair. "I just wanted to give you something special. I promised your mother I would give you everything that she couldn't… And I thought the greatest gift was one from her." They look sympathetic and come forward before both hugging onto him sweetly. They were surprised, uncertain at first, but now they knew the truth and were still happy even though it wasn't their mother. A few moments passed before he looked to Four.
"You can go back. Both of you, I don't want this to silence your fun." Yet Four smiled sweetly and her optics flickered to him; they both wanted to stay with him. He couldn't argue with that.
It wasn't until the next day at work when the messenger passed through and alerted him. The boy rushed in and announced, "His highness-!" He promptly realized the shop was empty except for a toymaker panting toys and restarted quieter, "It is decree that his highness shall find the Stitchpunk who matches the glass slipper left at last night's ball. He is coming from house to house. Thank you." He then hurried out and Two smiled a bit before suddenly realizing what this meant; his plan had worked after all. He quickly hurried into the house.
"The prince is searching for you!" He blurted out and he rushed into the Library, "To test your foot with the glass slipper!" Three gave an inaudible gasp and Four dropped all of the books she was carrying. Their emotions quickly changed as soon Three began to nearly hop in excitement while Four stared to the window in worry. "Now don't fret, Four, this is a good thing!" Two smiled, resting his hands on her shoulders. "The prince said nothing about marriage last night and you got along most swimmingly. Nobody is rushing you into anything, especially me, but I think that you were fond of him too."
Four nodded eagerly and honestly while Two smiled wider, "Then when he comes by the house you will try on the remaining slipper and prove who you are!... Not that I don't think he can't recognize you, but… Well, it's quite romantic at least, hmm?" The twins nearly fawned over this. Shockingly enough there was no ounce of jealousy between the siblings and Three did her best to primp her twin while Four tended to continue worrying, not remembering if glass could possibly shrink. "I doubt in one night that the shoe would shrink, they were made only to fit you after all."
Four continued to look worried as they entered the sitting room. "If it does shrink then I tell you what," Two began with a smile betraying his amusement, "Then we'll just nip off a part of your foot so it can fit. It's not as though you'll have to walk as a princess, hmm?" Both twins knew he was joking and Four playfully poked him in the arm to call him out on it. The toymaker chuckled before looking outside, optics widening. Not only is the royal carriage coming, but in the light of day Two realizes that he left pitch footprints all over the street. "…I'll just pretend that I had no involvement."
He then pulled back and smiled to the girls, "They're almost here! Let me go get the other shoe." He hurried off to do so as soon they came into the home. Two could hear parts of it from the other room. His majesty was introduced before there was some quiet talking, but to his surprise there wasn't any sudden delight at finding Four. He wasn't sure why but it seemed like they were just sitting out there doing nothing and he cautiously grabbed the other shoe before quietly pushing through the door. He didn't expect all optics to be immediately aimed at him or to suddenly be shocked.
When he heard that 'his highness' was coming he had assumed that None was coming for Four. He never for a moment thought that it would be One standing there.
The glass slipper started to slip from Two's fingers and for a few seconds he juggled with it, trying desperately not to let it fall. It slid to his legs and eventually fell from his grip, but thankfully was firm enough that it didn't immediately shatter and merely clattered to the floor. He continued staring to the King who looked down to the shoe, almost in sheer disbelief of the motion. Then he finally began to silently step forward and now Two could see the glass slipper clasped in his hand. One reached forward to take the toymaker's wrist, who didn't argue with the gesture.
He could see more of the slipper and suddenly he realized that there was a dark handprint resting on it. Two realized that when he positioned the shoe some of the pitch from his hands must have gotten onto it and as the King lined up his fingers the print obviously matched. Though from the way he looked to Two it was obvious that he had no doubt that he was the same Stitchpunk from the night before. "Then it is certain." He began, "You really are capable of anything." Two didn't find himself able to respond and continued simply staring silently.
"You left so suddenly last night… As much as it seemed like I should have, I couldn't let it go. I couldn't let go that there was a random Stitchpunk at my castle who could speak to me like I was an actual being even while he was fondling railings and performing miracles." There was a slight playfulness there and Two found a smile begin to spread, unable to diminish afterwards. "I find you oddly… Intriguing." One insisted softly, "Very strange, but also surprisingly tender…" Suddenly it wasn't the shoe on Two's hand, but One's own, "and as sudden as this is, I wouldn't be honored to see more of you."
"I-well- Of course! I would- I should be the one whose-!" He cut off and fixed himself, "I'm sorry, this is very sudden. I never thought that you would come for me. Especially considering my grand exit." Thinking back to it Two was actually quite embarrassed about the way he handled that and continued, "Especially considering that I'm not… Well…" One was insistent, "I'm not looking for a female if that is what you are implying. I already have two children, one of which is fit for the throne, and I am certain that the kingdom will be more than comfortable with me choosing for myself."
Something about the comment caused a flutter to rise in Two's chest and he blushed visibly, "I…" One continued, "I knew last night that there was something there. I'm not yet sure what it is, but I am quite taken by it." He lifted Two's hand and pressed it to his lips gently. The Toymaker could see Three and Four watching happily and eagerly as they clasped their hands in delight. Apparently None was there too and he stood nearby smiling as well. Even the Guard who came in, who was quite intimidated, looked happy enough, if not looking uncomfortable having to crouch to fit into the room.
Two looked back to One before him and smiled. King or not he did feel a fondness last night and was feeling it even stronger today. He reached forward and took the other's hand, still holding the slipper. "One, I would… I would love to. I did notice there was something last night, but I never… I'm rambling." He gave an amused chuckle before daring to move in just a bit. One was definitely taller and perhaps this was a bit quick, but the other didn't pull back. Two rested his head affectionately against the other's just to test how it felt, feeling the action returned.
It felt like some sort of fairy tale and it was wonderful. Even though Two had tried so hard to give the twins something he had been rewarded with everything he had ever wanted; his own touch of happiness.
Mable: You got to love that even in an entirely different story Nine still ran off with a Wolf. XD
Alright, so you're probably wondering why the rating on this one is so different that the rating on 'To Grandmother's House.' I was actually thinking and if I wanted to do quite a few Stitched Fables then I might write couples twice. Ergo; each couple has one tame fairy tale and on particularly naughty one. This was the tame 1x2 one. I don't know I just… I just wanted to make something sweet for Two, him being such a sweet Stitchpunk. ^-^ The Fables I can confirm that are coming are; Beauty and the Beast, Hansel and Gretel, and Goldilocks which may get a higher rating than this one. Anyway, I hope everyone enjoyed and remember that the poll is still posted! Vote away!