Title: A Reversed Tale For Two Not So Wise Dwarfs
Author\Illustrator:Daphne Tzamali (Yakinthou)
Published by Daphne Tzamali (Yakinthou)
Copyright: Daphne Tzamali (Yakinthou) 2016
A time upon once…
Don’t be alarmed! I’ll say it again in case you’ve missed it: A time upon once. That’s how this story begins. That’s always the case with reversed tales. It’s a story told by grandmothers there, in the world of fairytales on the flat earth, and it describes the events that took place once in the land of dwarfs.
That land was so isolated and surrounded by stormy sea that no outsider could traverse the turbulent waters and reach it.
Big deal! I bet that’s what many of you are thinking. If the events it describes took place in the land of fairytales, like all the rest of the magical stories for young children, then why is this story reversed? Be patient and all will be explained in good time.
There, in this enchanted land, apart from the dwarfs lived also some elves and very few humans. But they were so rare that one very seldom had the chance of encountering one of them.
In that magical country named Sigizvar there was a forest and at the heart of the forest lived a dwarf who spent all his time alone as a hermit and was one of the few who could brag that they knew everything there was to know about humans. He had acquired this knowledge in the course of many years, carefully studying and observing the very few human beings living in his country and meticulously collecting facts. He had written quite a few papers on that exciting subject, so many in fact that they could fill a whole bookcase.
According to his findings, humans reached such a height, for the simple reason that their heads were lighter than those of dwarfs, simply because they had in them a very small brain. The shoulders of humans were narrower and their bodies more delicate, because their light heads filled with air were pulled upwards to the sky.
Those ideas of the wise dwarf were so highly regarded by other dwarfs that many of his ilk knocked from time to time at his door, for the sole purpose of having the opportunity to discuss them with him and consult his unique authority on the matter.
All the same his surprise was great indeed the day our tale begins, when he saw standing at the threshold Gnomin, the wisest dwarf of the kingdom and trusted counselor of the King of all dwarfs. The King was referred to as Regin the Bighead and owed that name to his noggin, huge even for a dwarf.
Gnomin wore glasses, was rather plumb, had a well combed beard and from the look on his face the human-expert answering to the name of Brin knew he was there on serious business.
‘Counselor Gnomin,’ said Brin with an overly polite almost sweetly manner taking a bow so deep that his beard touched the ground, ‘to what do I owe this rare honor?’
‘It’s a pleasure to finally meet you in person, dear friend,’ said Gnomin with the courtesy owed to another wise man. ‘I’ve wanted to converse with you for a long time now. I’ve read many of your books and, without any intention of flattering you, I must say I find your theories about the empty-headedness of humans serious and quite well founded. I must confess though that in this case I come on behalf of His Majesty and I want to consult you on a rather delicate subject.’
‘Of course it will be my honor to be of assistance,’ said Brin. ‘Please don’t stand outside, come in, come in!’
The King’s advisor wiped politely his feet on the mat outside, entered Brin’s home and sat in an armchair shown to him by his host.
‘What exactly is this all about?’ asked Brin full of curiosity. ‘I’d hardly expect a matter as technical as humanness to interest His Majesty.’
‘Indeed,’ replied Gnomin mysteriously, ‘I will tell you everything but first I must ask: Can I trust you?’
‘Absolutely,’ assured him the other dwarf. ‘Whatever you tell me will never get outside these four walls.’
‘That’s all I ask,’ said the counselor satisfied by this answer. ‘Would you consider it impolite, if I smoked while we talk?’
‘Oh, by all means,’ said the other cheerfully, ‘smoke at your heart’s content! Shall I pour you some Fairy Breath? It’s a refreshing drink made by humans in the nearby village. But I must warn you it has a kick to it.’
‘Thank you,’ said Gnomin, ‘but we will need to be completely sober for this discussion. Some other time perhaps.’
‘As you please,’ said Brin, ‘I’m all ears.’
‘No doubt you’ve heard the rumors about the southern gate.’
‘But of course. Surely you’ll have read my thesis of two hundred pages on the subject, titled «Why the rumors regarding the southern gate are total hogwash.»
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Gnomin and Brin think they are the cleverest, wisest dwarfs in the dwarven kingdom, while humans - a rarity in their parts - are the most stupid creatures in the land. Imagine their annoyance, when the King of all dwarfs sends them on a wild goose chase to find out if the legendary world of humans exists. A world where humans manage to fly inside gigantic iron birds and construct impressive machines that can control nature itself. Will the two wise dwarfs manage to safeguard their scientific credibility and confirm their theories about the emptyheadedness of humans or will they be lost forever in a hostile and dangerous reality?