Deep in the forest, where time has forgotten, an old carousel rests quietly as the land reclaims what once belonged to it. This was once a magical place filled with the laughter of children, but now, it is overgrown with climbing vines and wildflowers that obscure the beautifully carved animals scattered around the field.
Legend has it that a wealthy man commissioned the carousel for his only child, a girl named Clare. Sheltered by the forest and distant from the city, Clare would ride the magical ponies and horses with flared nostrils, going round and round to the enchanting sound of the music box. Children from the village, watching from beyond the fence, often wondered why she had this marvelous toy while all they had were sticks and stones.
As time went on, Clare grew into a proper lady with no time for childhood toys. The carousel fell silent, its music box becoming a nest for birds. The once-magnificent horses, faded and weathered by the seasons, broke free from their positions, crumbling to the ground and fading into memory.
Occasionally, Clare returned to her beloved carousel to reminisce about the carefree days of laughter and endless rides. She gazed at the spot where the fence once stood, remembering the village children who watched her, wishing for a carousel of their own. Clare eventually granted their wish by removing the fence and inviting them to ride with her.
Clare's carousel became well-known among the village children, who came every day to choose a horse to ride. Their laughter filled her heart with joy, a true gift of giving. When Clare passed away, she left behind a legacy of laughter and joy that spanned generations. The carousel, now decades old, gradually crumbled back into the earth and was forgotten. It is said that hundreds of children rode the carousel, creating wonderful memories in a valley now overgrown with wildflowers and vines, and the kindness of a lady named Clare.
Mike 2025
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