by DocRick » Wed Jun 05, 2024 2:01 pm
The Renaissance Fair had come to her collage town and Virginia decided to check it out. She wandered around the fairgrounds, watching the jousting tournament and knights engaging in sword fights then began to check out the booths and kiosks. She stopped at one booth that featured Merlin the Magician and other mystical Middle Age characters. Her phone rang and as she was pulling it out of her pocket, she dropped it. She bent down to pick it up and saw a pretty ring on the ground under the table. She palmed the ring and picked it up as retrieved her phone and instead of returning it to the owner, she slipped it into her pocket.
She walked on a bit and got to the end of the line of booths. She stepped behind one of them and pulled the ring out of her pocket and put it on her finger. It fit perfectly. She continued down the next line of booths and at the end of that line of booths was one that featured 5-inch-tall dolls in magnificent dress of the period. She picked one of them up and examined the sparkling dress, felt the very fine silk that was used to make the dress and marveled at the detail and fine sewing. "Someone went through a lot of effort for a doll dress" she thought.
As she stepped around the booth to move onto the next line, she thought to herself, "Medieval ladies really had beautiful clothes. I wish I could wear such beautiful dresses." At that moment, she was suddenly buried in heavy fabric, as if a large canvas tent collapsed on her. She struggled to extricate herself and discovered it wasn't a tent, but her own clothes that had engulfed her. She found herself standing in waist high grass, looking up at the bottom of the tables and the other people walking around were taller than her 5 floor apartment building. Two sixty-foot-tall women were walking towards her, fearing she would be squashed under their boots, Virginia took refuge next to a large tent stake securing one of the kiosks. One of the giants, a female from the "Merlin" booth, stopped and looked down. She reached down and picked up the ring that Virginia had stolen and had fallen off her finger when she shrunk.
As the two women walked off, Virginia, still cowering behind the tent stake, heard the one tell the other, "Thank God I found this. I must have dropped it this morning when we were setting up. This ring is over 800 years old and has been in my family since it was created by Merlin himself. It has a history of granting wishes to people who possess it and most often they discovered", laughing out loud, "they should have been more careful as to how they worded their wish."
The Renaissance Fair had come to her collage town and Virginia decided to check it out. She wandered around the fairgrounds, watching the jousting tournament and knights engaging in sword fights then began to check out the booths and kiosks. She stopped at one booth that featured Merlin the Magician and other mystical Middle Age characters. Her phone rang and as she was pulling it out of her pocket, she dropped it. She bent down to pick it up and saw a pretty ring on the ground under the table. She palmed the ring and picked it up as retrieved her phone and instead of returning it to the owner, she slipped it into her pocket.
She walked on a bit and got to the end of the line of booths. She stepped behind one of them and pulled the ring out of her pocket and put it on her finger. It fit perfectly. She continued down the next line of booths and at the end of that line of booths was one that featured 5-inch-tall dolls in magnificent dress of the period. She picked one of them up and examined the sparkling dress, felt the very fine silk that was used to make the dress and marveled at the detail and fine sewing. "Someone went through a lot of effort for a doll dress" she thought.
As she stepped around the booth to move onto the next line, she thought to herself, "Medieval ladies really had beautiful clothes. I wish I could wear such beautiful dresses." At that moment, she was suddenly buried in heavy fabric, as if a large canvas tent collapsed on her. She struggled to extricate herself and discovered it wasn't a tent, but her own clothes that had engulfed her. She found herself standing in waist high grass, looking up at the bottom of the tables and the other people walking around were taller than her 5 floor apartment building. Two sixty-foot-tall women were walking towards her, fearing she would be squashed under their boots, Virginia took refuge next to a large tent stake securing one of the kiosks. One of the giants, a female from the "Merlin" booth, stopped and looked down. She reached down and picked up the ring that Virginia had stolen and had fallen off her finger when she shrunk.
As the two women walked off, Virginia, still cowering behind the tent stake, heard the one tell the other, "Thank God I found this. I must have dropped it this morning when we were setting up. This ring is over 800 years old and has been in my family since it was created by Merlin himself. It has a history of granting wishes to people who possess it and most often they discovered", laughing out loud, "they should have been more careful as to how they worded their wish."
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