A. A. Milne is best known as the author of the Winnie-the-Pooh books (which are lovely, by the way), but he also wrote a picture book called The Magic Hill. It was about Princess Daffodil, a little girl who made flowers grow wherever she walked (a gift from the Fairy Mumruffin). To keep the palace gardens looking nice, Daffodil was only allowed to walk in the flowerbeds, while the other children could only walk on the paths and lawns–and never the twain shall meet.
Spoiler alert here if that worries you!
Daffodil becomes very depressed because she’s separated from the other children, and finally the court physicians decide the answer is to let her go play on a hill outside the palace. Flowers grow there, it becomes known as the Magic Hill, and everyone is much happier.
It’s a cute story, but, with all due respect to Mr. Milne, I’ve never liked the ending. Why should Daffodil be happier playing alone on a hill rather than alone in the flowerbeds? So after I read it, I wrote a new ending–which is what makes this a Fiction Friday rather than a book review. 🙂
A note before we begin: this is a little cutesy in spots, but bear in mind that it’s a continuation of a picture book (one with characters named Daffodil and Mumruffin!) and I was echoing Milne’s style a bit. 🙂
My writing picks up just before the physicians tell the King and Queen that Daffodil should visit the hill. In the original, they say she must be like other girls, and then send her to the hill. Mine goes differently…
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“In short, Your Majesty, although she is a princess, she must do what other little girls do.”
“But she is not like other little girls,” the Queen sighed. “She is a princess, and one who spreads flowers besides. What are we to do?” So the King and the Queen fretted and fussed and the Doctor shook his head wisely and no one knew quite what to do. They consulted physicians and herbwives and tried to contact Fairy Mumruffin but she had gone away for a long trip (and wouldn’t be back for at least a year and a day, and probably longer) and so everyone went on fretting and fussing.


