There once was a monster who believed itself to be human. It lived in the mountains high above a human village. Often, it would look down from its rocky perch and gander down at the villagers milling about below. It would feel inextricably and undeniably connected to them.
Sometimes, it would venture close enough to get a good look at the village, but always it would get run off as soon as the villagers spotted it.
One evening, kneeled down and cried. It wanted to be a human so badly.
Just then, a witch appeared.
“Hello,” she said, “I am the wish witch. Give me your wish and I will grant it.”
The monster dried its big, monster eyes.
“Oh please, dear witch,” said the monster, “if you would make me a human, I would be ever so grateful.”
The witch nodded.
“Human? Certainly!” she said.
With a wave of her wand, the witch transformed the monster into a handsome young man.
“Thank you!” said the monster.
The monster kissed the witch and scurried down to village before she could get another word in.
The night the monster arrived, the village was deep in celebration for harvest-time. Cakes, pies, roast beast: all were cooking over fires and in ovens and making the most delightful smells.
The monster burst with excitement taking it all in.
Wasting no time, it joined a group of humans dancing to a fiddler’s tune. It danced until its legs grew weary. At that point, it retired to a nearby pub and drank and laughed until morning light.
As dawn broke on the village, the monster turned man wandered outside. Little did it know that the magic had rubbed off. It found out soon enough when a young, orphan girl, whose family had been eaten by monsters, saw the creature and screamed.
The monster then realized it was not flesh and blood, but scales and ooze. This realization came too late. By the time it headed for the mountains, the humans were already in hot pursuit.
They chased him up and over the mountain to the edge of a cliff. Having no other choice, the monster turned to face its pursuers.
“Please, friends. Can’t you see I’m one of you,” it said.
The villagers all shook there heads.
“No, a monster is a monster is a monster,” said the villager, “that’s just how it is.”
The villagers took another step further. The monster stepped back, but too far. It slipped on a pebble and tumbled over the cliff, into the ravine below. In shock, the villagers gather ’round the precipice and looked down.
“Just as well,” said a villager.
“Serves it right, ” said another.
Then, they went home and finished up their party.
A year passed and the strangest thing happened: on the day of the harvest, the little girl who had sounded the alarm went alone to cliff from which the monster had fallen. She was armed only with a single daisy.
“Sorry I screamed,” said the girl.
She bent over and tossed the daisy into the ravine, then she turned to go home.
“It’s okay,” said the monster. “I’m sorry I startled you.”
She turned again. The monster’s ghost materialized in front of her. She did not scream that time, but rather simply extended her hand out to it.
“Want to go home with me?” she said.
The monster reached out and took her hand.
“I would love that,” said the monster.
And they went back to the village together.