There's this girl who grew up with stories. From the time she was old enough to understand, or maybe even before that time, she has been listening to stories. Those stories weren't from books (although they had their basis there), and they most definitely were not about princesses. They had horses and bears and fish and whatnot.
The threads of the stories were spun out of memories and mixed and matched with other stories and given a twist here and a turn there until they seemed almost quite familiar .... but only almost.
Nowadays, that girl still likes to listen to stories but now she can add in her own story lines and ever so occasionally she makes up her own. Nothing really complicated, just stuff that a 2-year old would make up, but it's something that she likes especially just before she goes to sleep.
Her favourite story right now ? The girl who eats porridge. NOT the girl who ate the porridge in the home of 3 bears but the one whose mother cooked it for her. The porridge has fish balls and chicken and meat and fish. The story seems vaguely familiar, but I've never been told who that girl is.
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