Tuesday, 27 January 2015


In one of my early primary school readers there was a story called The Hungry Grass, which was about a fella who angered the fairies somehow - not hard to do in the old days - and as punishment they magicked the grass around his house so every time he set foot outside he instantly became ravenously hungry, and had to run back inside and eat. For some reason this story made an impression on me, although I'm not sure how it ended. I think he made some reparations and had the curse lifted in the end.