The Fable of The Golden Needle

The Fable of The Golden Needle

by FairyWillow

Once there was a Seamstress who could sew the most magical garments. She would sew night and day. All of her talents were due to a beautiful shiny golden sewing needle. It would sparkle and glisten. The golden needle would spin like music and pierce the toughest of leathers and the softest of wool.

One day while sewing a handsome Fox jumped from the tall grass where he'd been watching her sew. He asked if she would please sew him a new coat, but that he had nothing in exchange to give.

The Seamstress said, "You are a lovely Fox indeed. Surely I will fashion you a new coat even better than the old. If you promise me one thing. You must have a heart of gold, and only if you share the love from it will my needle sew. But if your hearts intentions are not of pure gold, then my needle will tarnish and lose its magic forever. Do you accept this deal?"

The Fox gazed with his keen eyes upon his rough and tumble fur that had seen many battles in the thickets of the forest. He said "I agree to your deal, so long as freely you offer the writing of your name across the heart of my coat in silver thread. So that anyone who may look upon my new coat will rejoice the honor you have bestowed."

Feeling the true love of the Fox's golden heart, the golden needle began to glow white hot and shine more than ever. It would sew day and night for week upon week. The Seamstress had never seen her golden needle sew so diligently. 

It was cold and dark at the edge of winter and the Fox began to grow cold and worried that his coat would not be ready in time to protect him from the cold. And so the Seamstress also began to worry and whispered to her golden needle to please hurry. And her needle did sew faster and faster.

When suddenly "SNAP!"

Just as the coat was complete, it had broken just as it had finished sewing the Seamstresses name across the Fox's heart, upon his coat.

So sad for losing her precious needle, and also happy the coat was finally complete, the Seamstress held her heart and fell over sinking into the silver threads of the Fox's new coat.

From then on the Fox so honored for what the Seamstress had done for him, he shared her name written in silver and showed everyone that would cross his path through to eternity. Not only was the Fox warm in the winter, but he kept his heart of gold which was never lonely with the Seamstress in his heart.

This was written all because of thanks to a beautiful golden needle.