FABLE III
by John Gay · from Fables of John Gay (Somewhat Altered)
Adapted Version
Once, there was a mother in a small house. The house had a big, green garden. The mother wanted a baby boy. "Oh, I wish for a son," she said each day.
Kind fairies lived in the garden. They heard the mother's wish. They flew to her window. They whispered, "Your wish will come true."
Soon, the mother had a baby boy. He was very small, with tiny hands. The mother loved her baby so much. She held him all day. She sang sweet songs to him. She thought he was the best baby.
"He is so smart!" she said, smiling. "He is so pretty! He is perfect."
One morning, the Nurse came in. The Nurse was not happy. Her face was sad. She looked very worried. She walked back and forth. She kept looking at the baby's bed.
Then she said, "Oh no! This is not good at all!"
"What is wrong?" the mother asked.
The Nurse pointed a shaky finger. "A fairy was here," she whispered. "A bad fairy came in the night. The fairy changed your baby. He does not look the same."
The mother looked at her baby. He smiled up at her. Her heart was full of love. She smiled a big, happy smile. She was not worried.
"No," the mother said. "You are wrong. My baby is not changed. He is the same. He is my pretty, smart baby."
Just then, a bright light appeared. A tiny fairy flew into the room. It had shiny wings. It flew to the baby's bed.
The fairy looked at the Nurse. Its voice was soft. "Do not be sad," it said. "Do not worry. All is alright. Please listen to me."
"I am a fairy," it said. "We live in flowers. We have babies, too. We have small fairy babies."
The fairy said more, "We love our babies. A mother thinks her baby is special. We do not trade our babies for new ones. Our babies are special to us."
The fairy smiled. "The mother loves her baby. That love is a very good thing. It is the best thing in the world."
The mother hugged her son. She kissed his head. He was her baby. She loved him more than all things. The Nurse watched them. She understood now. She smiled, too. All was okay. The baby was safe and loved.
Original Story
FABLE III.
Mother, Nurse, and Fairy.
"Give me a son, grant me an heir!"
The fairies granted her the prayer.
And to the partial parent's eyes
Was never child so fair and wise;
Waked to the morning's pleasing joy,
The mother rose and sought her boy.
She found the nurse like one possessed,
Who wrung her hands and beat her breast.
"What is the matter, Nurse—this clatter:
The boy is well—what is the matter?"
"What is the matter? Ah! I fear
The dreadful fairy has been here,
And changed the baby-boy. She came
Invisible; I'm not to blame
She's changed the baby: here's a creature!—
A pug, a monkey, every feature!
Where is his mother's mouth and grace?
His father's eyes, and nose, and face?"
"Woman," the mother said, "you're blind:
He's wit and beauty all combined."
"Lord, Madam! with that horrid leer!—
That squint is more than one can bear."
But, as she spoke, a pigmy wee soul
Jumped in head-foremost through the key-hole,
Perched on the cradle, and from thence
Harangued with fairy vehemence:
"Repair thy wit—repair thy wit!
Truly, you are devoid of it.
Think you that fairies would change places
With sons of clay and human races—
In one point like to you alone,
That we are partial to our own;
For neither would a fairy mother
Exchange her baby for another;
But should we change with imps of clay,
We should be idiots—like as they."
Story DNA
Moral
Parents often see their own children as perfect, even when others perceive flaws, and this bias is a natural part of all beings, including fairies.
Plot Summary
A mother, granted a son by fairies, believes him to be perfect. Her nurse, however, is distraught, claiming a fairy has swapped the baby for an ugly creature. The mother dismisses the nurse's concerns, insisting on her child's beauty and wit. A tiny fairy then appears, explaining that fairies, like humans, are partial to their own offspring and would never exchange them for human children, thus revealing the nurse's perception as flawed and the mother's love as a natural, universal bias.
Themes
Emotional Arc
anxiety to understanding
Writing Style
Narrative Elements
Cultural Context
John Gay was an English poet and dramatist, known for his fables which often satirized society and conveyed moral lessons. The belief in changelings was a common folk superstition in Europe.
Plot Beats (11)
- A mother wishes for a son, and fairies grant her prayer.
- The mother believes her newborn son is the most fair and wise child.
- One morning, the mother finds her nurse distraught, wringing her hands.
- The nurse claims a dreadful fairy has been there and swapped the baby, leaving an ugly creature.
- The nurse describes the baby as having the features of a pug and a monkey, questioning its parentage.
- The mother, blind to the nurse's perception, insists the baby has wit and beauty.
- The nurse continues to point out the baby's perceived flaws, like a 'horrid leer' and 'squint'.
- A tiny fairy suddenly appears, jumping through the keyhole and perching on the cradle.
- The fairy scolds the nurse for her lack of wit.
- The fairy explains that fairies would never exchange their own children for human babies, as they are also partial to their own kind.
- The fairy concludes that if they were to swap, they would be idiots, implying the nurse's perception is flawed and the mother's love is natural.
Characters
The Mother ★ protagonist
A woman of average height and slender build, with a graceful demeanor. Her features are refined, suggesting a life of comfort, though not necessarily nobility. She carries herself with a maternal softness.
Attire: A simple but well-made linen dress in a muted color like cream or pale blue, possibly with a modest lace trim at the collar or cuffs, indicative of a comfortable middle-class household in 18th-century England. She might wear a plain apron over it for daily tasks.
Wants: To have a son and heir, and to ensure his well-being and happiness.
Flaw: Blind devotion to her child, which makes her unable to see his flaws or the truth of his appearance.
She remains unchanged in her perception of her child, her maternal love overriding any objective observation.
Loving, doting, somewhat naive, and fiercely protective of her child. She is quick to dismiss criticism of her son, seeing only his perfection.
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A young adult woman of slender build, average height, with fair skin and soft brown eyes. Her oval face has a delicate nose and full lips, framed by warm brown hair styled in soft waves. She wears a simple cream linen dress with a modest lace trim at the collar, and a plain pale blue apron. She stands with a gentle, concerned posture, a loving and slightly bewildered expression on her face. Plain white background, full body visible head to toe, single figure, no watermark, no text, no signature.
The Nurse ◆ supporting
A sturdy, practical woman of robust build, likely with a weathered face from years of work. She is probably of average height, with strong, capable hands.
Attire: Typical 18th-century English working-class attire: a sturdy, dark wool or linen gown, perhaps a practical apron over it, and a plain white linen cap covering her hair. Her clothes would be functional, not decorative.
Wants: To care for the baby and report what she believes to be a dreadful change, driven by fear and a sense of duty.
Flaw: Superstitious and easily frightened by the supernatural, leading to dramatic reactions.
She serves as the voice of objective (though perhaps superstitious) observation, contrasting with the Mother's blind love. She does not change her opinion.
Observant, practical, easily alarmed, and outspoken. She is honest to a fault, even if it means contradicting her employer.
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An adult woman of robust build and average height, with a round, expressive face and a slightly ruddy complexion. Her brown eyes are wide with alarm. She wears a sturdy dark wool gown, a practical white apron, and a plain white linen cap covering her mousy brown hair. She stands with her hands wrung in distress, a look of fear and exasperation on her face. Plain white background, full body visible head to toe, single figure, no watermark, no text, no signature.
The Fairy ○ minor
A tiny, ethereal being, described as a 'pigmy wee soul'. Its form is delicate and light, allowing it to pass through a key-hole. It is not explicitly described as having wings, but its movement suggests lightness.
Attire: Not explicitly described, but implied to be simple or ethereal, perhaps a shimmering, leaf-like tunic or a dress made of moonlight, fitting its tiny, magical nature.
Wants: To correct the Nurse's mistaken belief about fairies changing babies and to assert the fairies' own pride and partiality to their kind.
Flaw: Pride in its own kind, leading to a dismissive attitude towards humans.
Appears to deliver a message and then presumably departs, unchanged in its nature.
Proud, logical, somewhat disdainful of human folly, and assertive. It is quick to correct misconceptions and defend its kind.
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A tiny, ethereal, luminous figure, no taller than a thumb, with delicate, shimmering skin and fine, silvery hair. It has a small, stern face with bright, intelligent eyes. It wears a simple, leaf-like tunic of iridescent green. It is perched upright on the wooden railing of a baby's cradle, one tiny hand raised in a lecturing gesture, a proud and logical expression on its face. Plain white background, full body visible head to toe, single figure, no watermark, no text, no signature.
Locations
The Mother's Bedchamber
A private, comfortable room within a European-style home, likely a manor or a large cottage, where the mother sleeps and the baby's cradle is kept. The room is brightened by morning light.
Mood: Initially joyful and expectant, quickly turning to alarm and confusion, then a magical, confrontational tension.
The mother wakes, seeks her son, finds the nurse in distress, and then witnesses the fairy's appearance and speech.
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A sun-drenched bedchamber in a 17th-century European manor house. Soft morning light streams through a tall window, illuminating dust motes in the air and casting gentle shadows across a polished wooden floor. A finely carved wooden cradle sits near the bed, draped with white linen. The room features tapestries on the walls and a simple, sturdy wooden door with an ornate iron key-hole. no border, no frame, no watermark, no text, no signature, edge-to-edge illustration.
