Two fairytale stories discovered in an abandoned castle.......
it had been many years since anyone had seen the castle or heard of it's grand announcements of the beautiful galas or dances held there......noone had even mentioned the castle in such a long time. what had become of it?......odd, that such a beautiful, enchanted place could be forgotten......but was it? perhaps there had been a slight mention of it......first, quietly, ever-so softly.......by the tiniest birds in the deepest part of the forest......then, quite later, by the woodsman who understood the language of the birds and had told the old man in the cottage by the lake. and in turn he had muttered something about the forgotten castle, (almost inaudibly), but the old man's granddaughter had a keen ear and she had managed to sort out his words quite nicely......it was the little girl, the cheerful and devoted granddaughter who understood......she knew........ the castle was still there. her name was isabella. she loved the forest, and the birds and her grandfather...