The Ogre and the Three Princesses LbNA #14950 (ARCHIVED)
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Add Location| Owner: | Adoptable |
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| Plant date: | Apr 30, 2005 |
| Location: | |
| City: | Muskegon/Norton Shores |
| County: | Muskegon |
| State: | Michigan |
| Boxes: | 3 |
| Found by: | May Amelia |
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| Last found: | Oct 23, 2005 |
| Status: | FFFFaaaa |
| Last edited: | Apr 30, 2005 |
History:In the late 1800s Laura Gozenbach spoke with Italian peasants to gather their stories. Unfortunately, she died young, and many of her papers were destroyed in the 1909 earthquake. "The Ogre and the Three Princesses" is based on some of her stories that were collected and saved.
Located in P.J. Hoffmaster State Park,6585 Lake Harbor Road Muskegon, MI.
Stop at the Ogre's Toll Booth and pay. Take the first right and head towards the beach. Park in first parking lot on your left. North side of parking lot, in the middle of East and West, find the trail that leads across the road and up into the Ogre's woods.
The Ogre and the Three Princesses
Once Upon A Time there lived a king with three beautiful daughters. One day the eldest Princess was stolen away by an Evil Ogre. After some time he became displeased with her. So he cut her up into bits and pieces! The Ogre grew lonely and stole away the middle Princess, but things went the same with her . . . and before long she was nothing but bits and pieces as well.
Again the Ogre grew lonely, and so he stole away the youngest Princess. Although she was the youngest, she was very smart and cunning. She knew that her sisters must be dead and that she would end up like them if she was not careful. She did all things to please the Ogre, and he grew to trust her and confide his great knowledge of potions, herbs, and spells. The Ogre had in his possession many potions: most of them were harmful, but some were for healing. The one that caught the Princess’s eye was the one that could resurrect the dead! The Ogre kept his potions stored in the trunks of hollow trees about the forest.
One day the Ogre took the Princess to see his beautiful woodland throne; it was wrought with living trees, gold, and the finest velvets. Rubies and diamonds were inlaid into the wood and it shone like the sun in its majestic beauty. Above, it was sheltered by a lovely arbor of Hemlock trees woven together with threads and ropes of pure gold; silver stars chimed and hung twinkling in the sunlight. Beautiful white columns rose up alongside the throne. Some had bowls laid atop them filled with glittering jewels, but one column held the bones of her sisters!
The Princess took careful note of her surroundings and made a plan.
That night while the Ogre slept, she made a map from memory: First to the hollow tree where the resurrection potion was hidden . . . and then through the deep woods to the bones of her dead sisters.
The next morning after the Ogre had left to go hunting, the Princess packed a little loaf of bread, some butter, and her map. She headed up the trail determined to save her sisters.
The trail was surrounded by trees of all sorts, and sometimes their roots snuck out in her path and tripped her. But she kept on. After a time, she saw a three-trunked Beach tree with many symbols carved into its thin bark: “tvh 1982,” an old worn symbol of love, and other messages faded into obscurity from the passage of time. It was two dozen paces after this tree that she had to veer off to the left and make her way along a faint trail that rode a ridge winding betwixt two valleys. Nearing the end of the ridge trail was the Potion--hidden to the right in the recesses of straight but hollow trunk. As she dug her hands in to grab the Potion, skinks slithered out--attracted to the Potion’s magic aura. She almost tumbled down the hill in fright. But the princess, as forthright as she was clever, took a deep breath and snatched the Potion out of the tree. She tucked it into her pack, turned around, and ran back down the ridge trail, in the direction she had come from. When she regained the original trail, she turned left and went further, now searching for her sister’s bones. She was near and she could barely contain her happiness.
But the Princesses’ happiness quickly turned to confusion. There were six humble wooden steps in front of her, where once there had been six regal stairs fashioned from white marble.
She walked down them slowly, bewildered by the changes--but confident this was the right path and certain she was near her sisters. The woods were the same, but where was the beauty, the gold, the twinkling silver stars? Had the Ogre’s magic played tricks on her eyes? Everything had aged a hundred years or more. The Ogre’s throne was nothing but a rotted tree. There were no gems. There was no gold. And in place of the lovely white columns, there were only fallen trees and thorny branches.
She collected herself and began her search of the area. Many-a-thorn grabbed and tore at her dress and legs, but in the end she was successful in her search. She reached in her sack for the Potion bottle and poured its strange liquid on the bones, and there, standing before her, were her two sisters resurrected. They rejoiced and shed many happy tears; the little princess led them back up the wood planks, up a tiny hill to the base of a long, fallen, two-fingered tree. There, by the roots of the tree they caught their breath and their three golden crowns glittered in the day’s dazzling light.
They knew the way home from here, and soon they made their way back to their father’s castle.
They lived each day of their lives thankful--but never once stepped foot in a forest again. For you never know which pretty forest harbors an evil Ogre.
The End
Copyright 2005 slestatl/scheherezade
Please do not list on any database or
other clue site. Contact Scheherezade.
Located in P.J. Hoffmaster State Park,6585 Lake Harbor Road Muskegon, MI.
Stop at the Ogre's Toll Booth and pay. Take the first right and head towards the beach. Park in first parking lot on your left. North side of parking lot, in the middle of East and West, find the trail that leads across the road and up into the Ogre's woods.
The Ogre and the Three Princesses
Once Upon A Time there lived a king with three beautiful daughters. One day the eldest Princess was stolen away by an Evil Ogre. After some time he became displeased with her. So he cut her up into bits and pieces! The Ogre grew lonely and stole away the middle Princess, but things went the same with her . . . and before long she was nothing but bits and pieces as well.
Again the Ogre grew lonely, and so he stole away the youngest Princess. Although she was the youngest, she was very smart and cunning. She knew that her sisters must be dead and that she would end up like them if she was not careful. She did all things to please the Ogre, and he grew to trust her and confide his great knowledge of potions, herbs, and spells. The Ogre had in his possession many potions: most of them were harmful, but some were for healing. The one that caught the Princess’s eye was the one that could resurrect the dead! The Ogre kept his potions stored in the trunks of hollow trees about the forest.
One day the Ogre took the Princess to see his beautiful woodland throne; it was wrought with living trees, gold, and the finest velvets. Rubies and diamonds were inlaid into the wood and it shone like the sun in its majestic beauty. Above, it was sheltered by a lovely arbor of Hemlock trees woven together with threads and ropes of pure gold; silver stars chimed and hung twinkling in the sunlight. Beautiful white columns rose up alongside the throne. Some had bowls laid atop them filled with glittering jewels, but one column held the bones of her sisters!
The Princess took careful note of her surroundings and made a plan.
That night while the Ogre slept, she made a map from memory: First to the hollow tree where the resurrection potion was hidden . . . and then through the deep woods to the bones of her dead sisters.
The next morning after the Ogre had left to go hunting, the Princess packed a little loaf of bread, some butter, and her map. She headed up the trail determined to save her sisters.
The trail was surrounded by trees of all sorts, and sometimes their roots snuck out in her path and tripped her. But she kept on. After a time, she saw a three-trunked Beach tree with many symbols carved into its thin bark: “tvh 1982,” an old worn symbol of love, and other messages faded into obscurity from the passage of time. It was two dozen paces after this tree that she had to veer off to the left and make her way along a faint trail that rode a ridge winding betwixt two valleys. Nearing the end of the ridge trail was the Potion--hidden to the right in the recesses of straight but hollow trunk. As she dug her hands in to grab the Potion, skinks slithered out--attracted to the Potion’s magic aura. She almost tumbled down the hill in fright. But the princess, as forthright as she was clever, took a deep breath and snatched the Potion out of the tree. She tucked it into her pack, turned around, and ran back down the ridge trail, in the direction she had come from. When she regained the original trail, she turned left and went further, now searching for her sister’s bones. She was near and she could barely contain her happiness.
But the Princesses’ happiness quickly turned to confusion. There were six humble wooden steps in front of her, where once there had been six regal stairs fashioned from white marble.
She walked down them slowly, bewildered by the changes--but confident this was the right path and certain she was near her sisters. The woods were the same, but where was the beauty, the gold, the twinkling silver stars? Had the Ogre’s magic played tricks on her eyes? Everything had aged a hundred years or more. The Ogre’s throne was nothing but a rotted tree. There were no gems. There was no gold. And in place of the lovely white columns, there were only fallen trees and thorny branches.
She collected herself and began her search of the area. Many-a-thorn grabbed and tore at her dress and legs, but in the end she was successful in her search. She reached in her sack for the Potion bottle and poured its strange liquid on the bones, and there, standing before her, were her two sisters resurrected. They rejoiced and shed many happy tears; the little princess led them back up the wood planks, up a tiny hill to the base of a long, fallen, two-fingered tree. There, by the roots of the tree they caught their breath and their three golden crowns glittered in the day’s dazzling light.
They knew the way home from here, and soon they made their way back to their father’s castle.
They lived each day of their lives thankful--but never once stepped foot in a forest again. For you never know which pretty forest harbors an evil Ogre.
The End
Copyright 2005 slestatl/scheherezade
Please do not list on any database or
other clue site. Contact Scheherezade.