Once upon a time there was a ferret Princess.
She lived in an island Kingdom and had everything her heart desired, save perhaps the ability to leave the island.
The ferret-kingdom's was in a funny state of affairs, largely due to the ferret species' overriding curiosity of what would happen if you smash things into other things just -so-.
This explains why the ferret kingdom's navy was such a huge failure, and why leaving the island was a tad problematic for the Princess, for sooner rather than later a rather interesting looking jagged rock or cliff would present itself to the short-lived captains of the nation.
Today was the day of the Festival of the Moon. The Moon is big and shiny, so naturally everyone wanted to have it. And hide it away behind something. Or possibly smash it into something else, just to see what would happen.
But it wasn't night quite yet; the Kingdom was abuzz with activity and chatter as the people prepared for the festival.
While the Princess did love the Moon, because it -is- awfully shiny, she craved one thing more than the Moon.
Which was to leave the island, and see the big wide world. For if it was anything near as shiny as the sparkling waves around the island, it would be a grand place indeed!
Her father, King Dooker the Third was a sensible old ferret, and naturally forebode her to board the regular ships that left the harbour, which headed for almost certain doom.
Still, he hoped that one day a ship would return, with news of other islands, which could be colonized. Or smashed into.
When Dusk finally approached, the incoming Tide that danced around her toes as she walked along the beach also welcomed the Moon, and as she gazed up at it, it gazed back, realising her plight.
And just then a whisper on the wind was carried to her ears - "Where-ever my reflection graces the Sea, you shall be able to walk." it said.
The ferret Princess gazed around, thinking it to be an other mean trick her brother was playing on her.
But when she carefully lifted a slender foot and placed it on the Moon's reflection she found the water to be solid and smooth, though still just as cold.
By the time the Festival of the Moon was in full motion, the Princess had gather the two handsomest lads she could find, along with some warm slippers and all the food and water the lads could carry.
For it would be unseemly for a Princess to carry things on her back.
And off they set, walking on the Moon, crossing the Sea.
...and thus ends the tale of how ferret-kind finally spread all over the world, testing the elasticity of all things fragile.
(By Robert Grinwis, 12 March 2008)
ferretsworld thought it was sweet enough to draw some pictures of. If you feel the same, I would love to see them. :)