Once upon a time, there lived a boy named Gabriel. He lived somewhere between this world and Fairie, so as you can imagine, some wonderful and fantastic things have happened to him. But it wasn’t always like that. For a long time, nothing amazing had happened to Gabriel; he was the one wizard in a family of wizards who couldn’t do magic.
For years he despaired of ever doing anything important or great or even interesting until one day his family went to a party. Now, lots of things happened at this party – most important being that there was a real, honest to goodness dragon in a cage. A dragon that Gabriel and one of his older brothers stole. They tried set it free somewhere outside the city. But you never know with dragons what they understand and what they don’t.
Now a lot of other things happen to Gabriel after this. More things get stolen, feelings are hurt, the dragon gets kidnapped (again) and Gabriel ends up doing a lot of stupid things - including setting a house on fire. But while things don't end perfectly, lessons are learned and Gabriel takes a step towards understanding and accepting himself for who he is and who he is not.
Little Red Cap
Little Red was always a headstrong, fearless child. She grew up on a dirigible under the watchful eye of her mother, the pilot, and her father, the captain. But even their near constant vigilance never succeeded in keeping Little Red out of some kind of mischief. Little Red could be a “right terror” and after one too many misadventures, both of Little Red’s parents agreed that drastic measures were necessary. So they sent her on her way to her grandmother’s.
Her grandmother (her mother’s mother) was a famous inventor. She was brilliant. You name it and she’d probably built it or made it better. She was a temperamental, bossy old woman, though, obsessed with a theory about inter-dimensional travel. No one’d heard from her in a while and she communicated very infrequently.
A thief called "the Wolf" was hired to try and steal the grandmother's inventions, but she'd gone into hiding. Luckily for him, her granddaughter's on her way for a visit . . .
When I was little, my family and I would go up to Tennessee a lot. My parents had bought a cabin up there and we would drive up there and stay for months at a time (we were home-schooled), fixing up the house, pulling weeds, cutting firewood, etc. Sometimes I think that homeschooling is just and excuse for parents to have ready access to child labor anytime and anywhere - which is why I have every intention of homeschooling my kids whenever I have any. Anyway . . .
We had two dogs at this point, a golden retriever and a beagle, and even though they had free reign to go off and run all over the mountain, we still occasionally took them on walks (I'm not sure why). Which is what we were doing when some giant monstrosity of a dog ran up completely out of the blue and attacked our golden retriever. Now, all six of us were freaking out - my mom, my two younger brothers and two younger sisters. Mom had picked up my littlest sister and was shouting trying to get the owner to come and take care of their dog, I was trying to keep the beagle out of the fight, and my brother Mark was just mad. He jumped onto the back of the huge dog (that's bigger than he was at eight years old) and started beating it's back with his fists shouting "Get off my dog! Get off my dog!" Which, of course, freaked my mom out even more. But Mark didn't care, he wrapped his little hands around the other dogs collar and just kept tugging, trying to pull the dog off our golden.
Anyway, I don't remember how we got that thing off our dog - but I'm pretty sure it just got fed up with the little hellion on it's back. But that's my brother Mark. Never met a challenge he couldn't beat; throws himself 100% into whatever he's doing.
And that is only one of the stories that went into this piece. The little kid with the pitchfork doesn't really know what he's going to do with said pitchfork, but he's not gonna stand there and let the giant demon-bear eat his sister and brother.