Here's the next fairy tale, guys! I hope you all like it! Feel free to PM me with more ideas.
For some reason, my poll thingy wasn't working, so here's the new question: "The Legend of Sleepy Hallow" or "Aladdin?" Either way, I'll write both of them! Which one do you want to hear first?
Also, feel free to PM me with stories that aren't fairy tales. I can easily write things like "Willy Wonka." I told my mom about this story and she was like, "You should totally do Willy Wonka." And I was like, "Okay! I'll see what the other people think!"
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FAIRY TALE 9: APHRODITE AND THE THREE SATYRS
Once upon a time, there was a beautiful woman named Aphrodite Golden. She didn't have a real last name, but she was called that because she had long blonde hair that flowed down her back in braids.
Although Aphrodite was very beautiful, she was also very dumb. She'd always be getting herself into trouble, no matter where she went.
Like one day, she went to the Olympus Swimming Pool and Golf Resort, and she blew half the rooms up and set fire to the spa. Don't ask how or why, but she just did it.
Anyway, Aphrodite decided that she would go out for a morning walk through the woods. So she packed a few things and off down the path she went.
It was a very sunny day, and Aphrodite was skipping down the path. Suddenly, she fell into a huge puddle of mud.
"Ew!" she screamed, and got up. "Now my beautiful dress won't be beautiful anymore!"
She walked on a little further, and she soon came upon a small cabin. "Ah," she said to herself, "maybe someone in there will let me use their laundry machine."
She knocked on the door, and found it was open. While normal people would continue to knock, she decided to go inside the cabin.
Inside, she saw three chairs and a table with three bowls set atop it.
"Well, there isn't a laundry machine. But I do need a rest." She sat in the largest chair and found that it was too big. "Nope!" she said. She sat down in the second chair, but it was too small. "How is someone able to fit in here?" She tried the third chair, and it was just right.
Aphrodite's stomach started to growl, so she went to the table. Inside each bowl was a serving of lumpy oatmeal. "Ick," she said, disgusted, but she was so hungry. She went to one of the bowls and ate a spoonful. "Too hot!" She went to the second bowl. "Too cold!" she said, shivering. Now when she ate a spoonful from the third bowl, she said, "Ah…just right!" And she ate it all up.
Now, as it usually happens when people eat a nice meal, they get very tired. So Aphrodite went around the house looking for a place to sleep.
She soon came upon a small bedroom, complete with three beds, a flat-screen, sixty-five-inch TV, and a fan.
Aphrodite went over to the first bed, but it was too hard. She went to the second bed, but found it was too soft. Finally, she went to the third bed, and found it was just right. So she fell asleep.
Now this house didn't belong to a god, nymph, or demigod. It belonged to three satyrs—Grover Underwood, Silenus, and Gleason Hedge. They'd gone out to get Hedge some more coffee, but Grover apparently had forgotten to lock the door.
"Are you done picking wildflowers?" Hedge snapped at Silenus and Grover. "We gotta go, 'cause SOMEBODY forgot to lock the door!"
"Oh, so now it's MY fault that our house could have somebody in it?" Grover asked.
"Yeah!" Gleason Hedge led the way home along the path. "Move it, cupcakes!"
"Please don't eat us," Silenus begged.
When they arrived at their cabin, Gleason grunted. "Hmph! Wonder why our door is open." He turned angrily to Grover.
"Anything else remotely offensive you'd wish to bestow upon me?" Grover asked, aggravated.
"You do this again, I'll resurrect a bunch of stupid zombies and have them chase you into the woods…FOREVER!" Hedge stepped inside. "Hey! Someone's been sitting in my recliner!"
"Mine, too," said Silenus.
"Mine, too," Grover repeated. "Look, guys! Over there by the table! There's oatmeal everywhere!"
"Yeah," said Hedge. "Someone's been eating my oatmeal."
"Mine, too," said Silenus.
"Mine's all gone. Can I eat your guys'?" asked Grover.
"No!"
"Oh. Okay."
The followed the trail of muddy footprints to their bedroom.
"Don't tell me," said Grover. "Someone's been sleeping in our beds?"
"Uh-huh," said Hedge. "I'm mad now."
"I've found her! Wake up, Blondie!" yelled Silenus.
Aphrodite woke up, rubbed her eyes, and focused on the satyrs. "Like, ew!" She grabbed her belongings and bolted out of the house.
"Who was that?" asked Grover.
"Don't worry about it. We should've eaten her in place of our oatmeal, but I think it was right to let her go," said Hedge. "C'mon, boys. Let's go make us some more lumpy oatmeal!"
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