the two hundred and eleventh story

Once upon a time there was a love story who read the classics and then felt inadequate. 

the hundred and ninety fourth story

Once upon a time there was a teapot and a sugarbowl who were very much in love, but the closest thing they ever got to touching was when you use the sugar from the bowl to sweeten the tea from the pot, mixing their insides on your mug.

The hundred and Seventy seventh story

Once upon a time there was a fly in love with a spider. It was too dangerous for him to visit her at work, but every night, after the hunting was done, she would climb down from her web to spend the evening with him.

the hundred and forty fifth story

Once upon a time there was a mountain goat in love with the wind. Every day he would go about his business, but every night he climbed to the top of the highest crag and whispered to her

the hundred and twenty ninth story

Once upon a time there was a tree. Slowly, year by year, she moved closer to a particular rock whom she very much loved. each year, she put out new roots to the left & none to the right.

the hundred and twentyfirst Story

Once upon a time there was a lamp who loved the dark. You think this is a sad story, but it isnot- most lamps spend much of their time in the dark, and even if she could not create that which she so loved, she spent much time with it.