Once upon a time, in a town not so far, far away but not really that near either.

There was a toy maker named Jeff. He have lived his life alone, slaving away at making puppets and children’s toys.

But one day he had this kind of creepy idea to make his own son to relieve him of his loneliness.

With a brilliant idea in mind, he started working. Selecting his finest wood and placing it on his workbench.

Two days have passed and the puppet boy has been finished. Jeff played with it all day, making it dance and do crazy things. When night came and it was time to rest, he placed his puppet on a table.

“Good night Pijango.”

As the town fell asleep, a horny fairy wondered in Jeff’s toy shop and spotted the peculiar puppet. With her hormones raging, the nose seemed awfully hot for her.

She placed the puppet on the ground and sat on his face.

“Ahhh…”

Soft moans and wet sound could be heard coming from the toy shop.

After reaching climax, the puppet’s face was completely soaked. Feeling great and thankful for this amazing tool she went and read the toy maker’s mind to find out if he has any wish.

“To have someone to be with huh? And that’s why he made the puppet.” She analyzed the information at hand.

“Ohh, I know!”

The fairy proceeded to cast a spell on the puppet she enjoyed earlier.

Morning came and as the toy maker stretched and rub his eyes to stave off his drowsiness.

“Good morning papa.” Came a greeting as he opens the door to his workshop. His eyes widened taken aback as his puppet started talking.

“Here.”

Jeff accepted the paper reached out to him by his puppet without thought.

[My dear toy maker, I am the blue fairy. I weep upon learning of your woes, for one cannot leave with oneself alone.

This brilliant toy of yours have brought me much joy, in respect with your wish to have a child. He, will be a real boy after proving his pure, honest, chivalrous and good natured person in the future.

But know that he shall be punished accordingly as well. His nose shall grow for every time he acts ill.

Yours truly

The blue fairy]

Jeff closed the letter and looked at the puppet in front of him.

“Uh… hi,”

“Hello.”

“what’s your name?”

“Mark.” Pijango’s nose quickly grew twice it’s length. Jeff was taken aback by his lie, for he did not know that the fairy have made Pijango into a pathological liar.

After their difficult introductions, Jeff proceeded to eat breakfast and open his toy shop after cutting Pijango’s nose, where his stumps quickly rounded off at the tip of his nose. He placed the detached nose on his counter. After a while the bell on the door rang as it was opened.

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“Welcome.”

A pair of mother and son entered the shop. The boy scanned all the toys on display and came back to his mother with a new toy that have caught his interest.

As the mother was paying for the toy, her gaze was attracted to the lengthy and thick rod, shaped suggestively on the shop’s counter.

“May I ask what that is?” she asked.

Jeff followed her gaze and spotted Pijango’s nose.

“Is that a new toy perchance?” she asked tilting her head.

“Why yes it is.” Jeff replied with a wink. He wasn’t gonna let profit slip him by.

-long story short, sexually frustrated women around town have taken a liking to the new toys. Jeff adapted to his new target costumers and took customized requests.

Jeff’s toy shop became well known around the whole town, even having orders from nobles…

Pijango… yeah… he can’t stop lying and became an unlimited source for perfectly shaped rods.

“ Ahh another job well done.” Says the blue fairy as she flies over the town.

•°•°•°•°•

In a land far, far away. A country was currently suffering from a famine, leaving families of the lower status to suffer greatly in trying to live their day to day lives.

“The famine continues on. We won’t survive before it ends with all these mouths to feed…”

“I know, I know… but can we really do it…”

“You’re the man of the house! You have to decide of who among our children needs too be abandoned… and I suggest your children from your previous wife. I have no obligation to them.”

The man paused, his head ached at the decision he has to make.

“Ughh… okay…” he said.

“Good, do it as soon as possible.”

They did not know that their conversation has been overheard by Hensol the older brother of Grandil.

And it was at this moment, he knew, she fucked up.

The next day came and a shrill scream could be heard from the small house.

Four small children were on the table with their throats slit.

With a written letter,

[Dad, Grandil and I will leave on our own. I helped out in lessening the mouths to feed in this house.

P.S. I took Jason’s arm as emergency food for our journey.]

Hensol and Grandil wondered in the forest for a few days.

*Grrrr… Grandil’s stomach growled audibly. Hansol took a few berries from his pocket and offered it to his sister. She accepted it with gratitude.

Hansol was a little guilty, not being able to provide her younger sister a better meal.

Then he saw a mushroom on a rotting tree, he remembered vaguely that it was probably edible. And other kinds of mushrooms were growing near by. It was growing darker and they needed something for dinner soon.

“Hey Grandil, want to eat mushrooms tonight.” He asked his sister with a grin.

His sister was beaming with enthusiasm and agreed quickly.

“Yes!”

“Help me out in collecting them.”

The siblings harvested as much mushrooms as they could, Hansol prepared the cooking space along with the mushrooms by skewering them on sticks, and Grandil collected more sticks for the fire.

As the mushroom slowly roasts, it’s smell slowly approaches the siblings making their stomach growl simultaneously.

““Thank you for the food!”” they both called, offering their prayers.

After eating.

“Woah, that was delicious big bro.”

“Yeah, we’re lucky to find so many.”

The two were lying down a pile of leaves, leaving the fire going to ward off insects and other animals in a safe distance.

Because of the quantity of the mushrooms they collected, they were storing a lot of cooked mushrooms for tomorrow.

“Hehe big bro looks funny.”

“Hahaha so does Grandil.”

“Hey big bro.”

“Yeah?”

“Won’t you like it if we find a house filled with food?”

“Do you mean ‘MADE’ of food?”

“Woah!... Big bro that’s next level.”

“What does ‘next level’ mean?”

“I don’t even know bro, our time period still doesn’t have that vocabulary yet.”

“Wooooooaaah, Grandil is sooo smart.”

“mm hmm praise me more.”

Hansol applaud his younger sister. They continued to chat weirdly until they fell asleep.

Once morning came they ate the leftover mushrooms for breakfast too. And continued trekking the forest.

“Woah sis, are you seeing what I’m seeing?!” Hansol yelled.

“What, what, what is it bro?!”

“Over there!” Hansol pointed at a house made out of sugary deserts.

“Wooooaaaahhh.”

“Let’s go eat it!”

“Yeah!”

….

After a few minutes the kids were lying down dead, as the slow acting poisonous mushroom and hallucinogenic mushrooms ended their lives. They would later be spotted with tree barks on their hands with signs of them chewing on them.

THE END.