Welcome to Fabulae, a group of Interactive Stories set in Ancient Rome and Greece! This particular story is called "Lingua Latina," or "The Latin Language." The story can be about anything you wish, but the only stipulation is that the story must take place in the Latin language. Those who don't know Latin, look elsewhere! Please write your posts accordingly! After 50 entries, the story will automatically reset. HTML coding is allowed; add your own nifty text styles and images to spice up the story! But be good, I have the power to remove your entry! Have fun!
lassie to her next morning fasting. So next morning early, the queen said to Anne, "Go, my dear, to the henwife in the glen, and ask her for some eggs." So Anne set out, but as she passed through the kitchen she saw a crust, and she took and munched it as she went along. |
III. THE ROSE TREE. _Source_. |
you coaxed from off the tree." "But who are you then?" she said quite low; "and how came you to be changed into that dear little bird?" "My name is Florentine, and my mother is a queen, and something more than a queen, for she knows magic and spells, and because I would not do as she wished she turned me into a dove by day, but at night her spells lose their power and I become a man again. To-day I crossed the sea and saw you for the first time and I was glad to be a bird that I could come near you. |
otherwise with the mound-traditions and their relation, if not to fairy tales in general, to tales _about_ fairies, trolls, elves, etc. These are very few in number, and generally bear the character of anecdotes. The fairies, etc. |
Jack put a large leather bag under his loose coat, in such a way that he could convey the pudding into it without its being perceived. Then, telling the giant he would show him a trick, taking a knife, Jack ripped open the bag, and out came all the hasty pudding. Whereupon, saying, "Odds splutters hur nails, hur can do that trick hurself," the monster took the knife, and ripping open his belly, fell down dead. |