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The Story Finder

Voices in Fairy Tales

by Michelle Tocher

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Retired Sweeping Girl

All my life, I’ve done the same thing. I’ve swept the house, and I’ve left the sweepings on the heap outside.

Then, a few days ago, I found a letter on the heap. It was an invitation from the fairies to attend the christening of one of their own. You can’t ignore an invitation like that!

When they came for me, I followed them into the hollows of a mountain. I spent three days with them, and they were wonderful days, filled with music, dancing, and feasting. I must say, though, that the whole time I felt compelled to get back to work.

After three days had passed, the fairies filled my pockets with gold and led me out of the mountain. I came back to the house and picked up my broom. Then a strange man walked in. “What are you doing?” he asked. He didn’t know me. I told him who I was, and he said that my masters had died, and that seven years had passed! He didn’t need me to sweep his house.

I have put the broom to rest. Where to next? What is it that I wish to do now that it is not necessary to do anything at all?

The Retired Sweeping Girl in The Elves, Second Story, Grimms