Stories

Celiatrix

I met a new person recently, and we quickly became friends. She told me she was called Celia. But I'm no fool. She looked just like a fairy who had scaped from a bedtime-story, so I decided to call her Celiatrix. My friend Celiatrix used to be mad at her washing machine (I respect this, every one has the right to get crossed at whoever or whatever he/she chooses!). Her machine washed her clothes, and once it had finished, it would wait for two minutes to let the door to be opened. Differently as it may seem, a lot of fun things can be done in two minutes: One can draw a drawing, guess a riddle, sing a song...
Celiatrix, however, got really angry at the washing machine and couldn't wait for the two minutes to be over. But, my little friends, we must forgive Celiatrix; after all, many grown-up people have their priorities all upside-down. Can you believe it? She thought it was a master plan from washer-ventors (that is to say, washer-inventors). She would picture them in her mind: A group of washer-ventors gathering up for breakfast and laughing at her, just by thinking on how angry she would be standing, waiting for the door to be opened.

Ha, ha, ha, ha

That's rather a scary laughter, that of washer-ventors!

It was lucky of her to have met me. Now I have explained it is no master-plan from washer-ventors at all! Rather, it is a plan from the fairies, who had realized that new stories were not being made up anymore. So they altered all washing machines in the world, to make sure the grown-ups would not have the excuse of not having enough time for that. They gave them a two minutes gift to make up a new story, everytime they decided to do something as boring as washing clothes may be.
My friend Celiatrix was very happy to learn this. Now she can no longer be upset, she is far too busy catching up with all her unwritten stories!