This little vignette about sorcery, schnauzers and the power of romantic poetry is, for the most part, pure silliness, but I think that it's still one of my better-written fairy tales. I began it while I was in high school, and although it's been refined quite extensively since then, certain biases I felt at the time remain clearly apparent.
This is, chronologically, the first of four fairy tales that I finished at about the same time. It's certainly not the best, but it has its moments.
For you fantasy buffs out there, this story reads like a collision between Patricia Wrede's Enchanted Forest Chronicles and Simon Green's Blue Moon Rising. For those of you for whom the previous sentence isn't enough of a description, it's a fairy tale about a sympathetic dragon with an unusual hobby.
Quite a lot of 'Once upon a time' fantasy features talking animals who, for reasons unknown, bestow wishes upon deserving maidens and heroes. Occasionally, these animals are wizards or sorceresses in disguise, but often it's never explained how they came by this wish-granting power. My wondering about this phenomenon was the seed of this story. Also, I've always liked talking foxes.