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THE FAIRY TALE LANGUAGE
OF JIM HENSON
Hans my hedgehog
He thought and thought until he thought a hole in the ground.
Seh felt a crack in her heart. Like a tiny pincil line. And each day after, the penil line got
thicker and thicker. Until onde day, not long after, her heart split in halves and she died.
He got lost in the forest. And after he got lost, he got more lost. Until he was so lost that he
began to tug his ear, which is a sure sign of big trouble.
He began to dance like only kings once lost and then found can dance.
He heard a sound, which was a bitter sound and a sweet sound all at once; which began in
Hello and ended in Goodbye.
He sat at his table and ate of the greenest greens and the sweetest sweets and drunk of the
juiciest juices.
He woke up afer a night in which he dreamt the kind of dreams that you only dream about.
I’ll collect my reward in a year and a day
I want you tob e my princess of sweetness and cherry pie. I want to catch you up and sing to
you. I want you to love me.
Do you find me very ugly?
No Sir, not so ugly as going back on a promise.
Which would you have for husband? The man or the creature?
I have a husband, Sir, and he is what he is, no more and no less.
What use are promises and secrets when no one knows about them?
When they twist and turn and tickle in our stomachs like tickling little fish that ringle into our
conversations.
The princess had a mother and mothers have this way of catching promised fish and secret
fish.
For a gift she gave me a shoe worn to nothing. Here it is!