For National Tell a Fairy Tale Day, we’re asking our members to post a fairy tale on our Facebook page.
To break away from the usual Cinderella and Snow White adaptations, I wrote my own narration of a lesser-known fairy tale: Mother Holle (pronounced “holl-ee”) by the Brothers Grimm. I hope it inspires you to find and post a fairy tale that is new to you. Or even write your own fairy tale.
I’ve taken my version of Mother Holle a step further by having had my friend’s kids act out the story so we could make a children’s book with the photos instead of illustrations.
What will you do with your story?

Family Fairy Tale
Mother Holle (holl-ee):
Once upon a time, a kind serving girl lived on her father’s farm with her stepmother, the Widow and Stepsister. The Widow spoiled her daughter making her very selfish, lazy, and unkind; and it left the Serving Girl to do all the chores.
One day when the Serving Girl was spinning on the spinning wheel she pricked her finger and got blood on the thread. Worried about how angry the Widow would be, she rushed to the well to wash it off.
However, the Serving Girl dropped the spindle into the well and when she went to reach for it, she fell in! She went tumbling down and when she finally reached the bottom, she found herself in a new magical land.
Searching for the spindle, the Serving Girl came across an apple tree. “Shake me! Shake Me!” said the tree. “We apples are ripe.” said the apples, “If we don’t fall soon we’ll rot!” And so the Serving Girl shook the tree so that the apples would fall.
The Serving Girl then came across an oven with bread. “Help us, Help us!” yelled the bread. “If we don’t come out soon we’ll bur!” and so the Serving Girl took the bread out of the oven.
At last the Serving Girl came across a cottage where a good witch lived. “Hello” the Serving Girl said. “Can you help me? I’ve lost my spindle.” “I can help you find your spindle, but you must also help me” said the good witch. “You must help me clean and cook, and you must shake my pillows until the feathers fly.”
“Why must the feathers fly from your pillows?” the Serving Girl asked. The good witch replied, “Because my dear, I am Mother Holle, and when my pillows shake until feathers fly, it snows on Earth.”
And so the Serving Girl helped Mother Holle with the cooking and cleaning, and shaking the pillows until the feathers fly. “Good news!” exclaimed Mother Holle one day. “I found your spindle! Now you can go home!” “But I don’t know how.” The girl replied. “I can take you there, and to thank you for all our help, I will send you with a reward.” said Mother Holle. And with the wave of her wand, Mother Holle sent the Serving Girl home.
When the Serving Girl arrived home, she was covered in gold and jewels. She told her family about the magical land, and the good witch who lived there. The Widow was so angry that her stepdaughter had this newfound wealth, when her own daughter had nothing.
So, she told the Stepsister “Go to this magical land, and find Mother Holle. Then you will have gold and jewels too.” And with that, the Widow threw the spindle down the well, and kicked the Stepdaughter in after it.
In the magical land, the Stepsister came across the apple tree. “Shake me! Shake me!” the tree said. “Turn us loose! We apples are ripe!” added the apples. “No!” exclaimed the Stepsister “I don’t want to scratch myself on the branches.” And so, the apples rotted.
The Stepsister then passed by the oven. “Let us out!” cried the bread. “Or we will burn!” “No. I don’t want to get dirty.” said the Stepsister. And then the bread burned.
When the Stepsister arrived at Mother Holle’s house, she banged on the door loudly. “I’m looking for my spindle.” She stated. “I have not seen your spindle.” Mother Holle replied. “But I will help you find it if you help me with my chores.” “Fine.” the Stepsister wined. “And don’t forget to shake the pillows until feathers fly, so that it snows on Earth.” Added Mother Holle.
The Stepsister did very little to help Mother Holle. She ignored her chores and was very rude. When Mother Holle returned the spindle to her, she demanded her reward. “Don’t worry you’ll get what you deserve” replied Mother Holle.
And when she returned home, the Stepsister was covered in ashes which could not be removed for the rest of her life.
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