Mommy, tell me a new story! I'm bored of all the old ones.

Hmm... here's one we haven't heard before! Let me tell you about a little girl named Fleur who was turned into a lizard by a very mean witch.

A long time ago in a very distant kingdom there lived a young lady named Fleur. Despite being so young, Fleur was a very talented seamstress. People from all across the kingdom would come to Fleur with requests for fabrics and patterns. Although she was always swamped with work, Fleur was very kind-hearted and almost never refused a request.

Then one day a very powerful witch wandered into Fleur's shop. She wanted an embroidered cloak and she wanted Fleur to make it her number one priority. Fleur, not knowing who the witch was, politely refused to take on the witch's request immediately. She said, rather, that she would be happy to complete it once her other work was done.

But the witch didn't like that one bit. She grew very angry and turned her into a lizard! Why a lizard? Well, darling, witches aren't exactly known for being rational. Feeling like that wasn't punishment enough, the witch paused to think. As she glanced around the shop, her eyes fell upon a stuffed toy. Grinning madly, she raised her arms to the heavens and cast another wicked spell.

Suddenly, all of the cloth in Fleur's shop flew into the air. The witch directed the fabric towards Fleur and began wrapping her lizard body, piece by piece, until she was completely cocooned. Fleur had been working on a young man's purple corduroy suit (no one ever said the kingdom was particularly fashionable), and so that fabric became her body. A kindly old woman had requested a light green quilt earlier in the week, and so that too found a place on the lizard. Fleur had completed a teal dress the previous week, and so the leftover scraps arranged themselves in a curiously orderly fashion on her feet and throat. Two large, black buttons, feeling thoroughly left out of the proceedings, fastened themselves firmly to her eyes. Finally, a needle and thread flew through the air and sewed all of the pieces together before everything clattered to the floor. Satisfied with her handiwork, the witch strolled away smiling, presumably to wreak more havoc on the enchanted kingdom.

What did Fleur do, Mommy? Did a handsome prince turn her back into a girl?

No, sweetie, not exactly. Fleur's greatest passion in life was sewing and although the witch had turned her into a lizard, that passion still remained. So Fleur kept on sewing and sewing and sewing. The only problem was that turning into a lizard had twisted Fleur's mind and made her sewing indiscriminate. She began to run around the kingdom sewing things together that should never be sewn together; she sewed rose bushes to tables, apples to oranges, and people to sheep! The kingdom quickly decided that talented, lovely Fleur had become nothing more than a menace and so they banished her deep into the forest.

Being alone in the forest did nothing to help Fleur's sanity. She kept sewing and sewing and sewing and, over the years of solitude, her creations became more and more abominable. She created chimeric animals, sticking together parts of whatever creatures she could get her hands on. They would look up at her with their baleful, empty eyes and implore her to stop. She never did.

There wasn't a lot of life in the forest Fleur was banished to. She patrolled the forest faithfully, daily and nightly, and whenever she found something alive it inspired a flurry of excitement. She would capture the creature and examine it carefully before rending it limb from limb. No piece of the animal would be left untouched; everything would go towards the creation of some new atrocity.

But much like a cook yearns to work with rare ingredients, so too is Fleur constantly on the hunt for bigger, more interesting fabrics. Most of the time Fleur is forced to work with insects and rodents (on a good day she may find a rabbit or two), but those aren't enough to satisfy her creative thirst. So if you ever find yourself alone in a forest with weird-looking animals, I would run, because you probably only have a few minutes before Fleur tries to sew you.

Fleur's Forest (as it has come to be known by the kingdom) is your average, run-of-the-mill enchanted forest. Children are expressly forbidden from broaching its woody walls because those whose curiosity gets the best of them bear marks of serious trauma. Adults who wander into her woods reportedly emerge hours, days, or weeks later in a state of absolute confusion and most often sporting new… decorations… courtesy of the seamstress herself. It's a small blessing that Fleur was a seamstress and not a butcher when she was a human because her vigilance and dedication to her craft is unparalleled.

There is an area deep within the woods that Fleur made her home. She fashioned shelves out of broken branches and a roof out of various leaves; it is a small dwelling but it serves her purpose. She doesn't sleep here (who's to say that she even sleeps?!) but here she stores her most prized fabrics. Fleur is most partial to butterflies for their colorful wings. Oftentimes she will store the butterflies here until she has a new creation in need of them. Fleur is patient and seems to always work with a grand design in mind.

Since turning into a lizard, Fleur's actions and desires have become quite simplified. As a human girl she often found herself plagued with things like anger and jealousy and sadness, but as a lizard she feels none of those things. It's hard to say whether she even has conscience or not! What Fleur does is almost exclusively driven by her desire to sew.

If you had to describe her (although it's a little silly to give a lizard a personality…) the best adjectives would probably be tireless, curious, and ruthless. She is constantly combing every inch of her forest for foreign creatures; this is her tirelessness. When she finds something new, she examines it wholly and gives each part of it careful consideration; this is her curiosity. I'd say that she was interested in how different creatures connected together but that would perhaps be giving too much credit to her lizard brain. Finally, once the examination has been completed, she rips whatever she finds apart. She uses every part of the creature and never spares one once she has it wrapped in her fingers; this is her ruthlessness.

What is especially curious about Fleur is her talent with her needle. Although most of her human attributes vanished with her human body, her penchant for sewing remained. Her needlework is sublime and she is most fond of butterflies for their colorful, pretty patterns. Lizard or not, she is still a talented seamstress at heart.

This is a collection of stories about the havoc that Fleur has wreaked over the years.

One

The princess of Fleur's kingdom was a beautiful young maiden who was very enamored with the prince of a neighboring country. Rumor had it that the prince was looking for a brave, daring princess to wed. Unfortunately, our princess was none of those things, but she was determined! She wanted to show the prince how bold she was so that he would return her affections.

She asked her royal subjects for ideas to prove her bravery. They came to the consensus that there was nothing scarier than Fleur's forest. The princess gulped. She had hoped that they would say anything but that. But she squared her shoulders and set off for the forest anyway. So deep was her adoration for the prince!

So off she went. She had been walking around for several hours when suddenly she felt something hit the back of her head. She passed out on the forest floor and awoke several hours later. Dusk had already set.

I must have tripped over something, she said, looking around at the lifeless forest, but this ought to show the prince how brave I am! I'll go to him straight away!

She ran back to her castle and saddled up one of her horses. She would ride to him herself; that would complete her heroic, dauntless image. She rode and rode and rode and finally reached the prince's castle. The prince's attendants looked up at her in wide-eyed fear. They are so impressed with my bravery, the princess thought to herself. They led the princess to the prince's chambers and she entered boldly.

Prince! I spent the day in a haunted forest. I have proven my bravery to you!

The prince looked up at her and retched. With one hand over his mouth he scrambled to the opposite corner of the room, his eyes wide in panic.

What… what's wrong?

He said nothing but pointed with a shaky hand to a mirror. She approached it slowly and gasped when she saw her reflection. She was no longer a fair-skinned, flaxen-haired beauty. A toad's face had been stretched over her features and sewn in at the hairline, and her hair was interwoven with insects and snakes and rodent tails. Her skin was bumpy and oozed slime from its pores. She felt faint.

Get… out! the prince screamed.

But… I'm so brave! the princess said hopelessly.

Get out!!

The princess ran from the room in tears, cursing the moment she decided to set foot in that haunted forest. After all, no one wants to marry a toadface, no matter how brave that toadface might be.

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