The water sprite is among our most famous ghosts. Fairy tales about water sprites take you beneath the pond’s surface, where the water sprite collects little souls in cups and then sits on the bank on a willow tree by moonlight. And what else do water sprites know and do? Our water sprite fairy tales will reveal that to you.
Just outside the town, next to the rocks, there was a large pond. The water was deep, with carp and catfish gliding below the surface, frogs hopping around the edges, and a water sprite living at the very bottom of the pond. He was a kind little green man.
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Have you ever had a crazy dream? Well, consider what Chupchip dreamed about on Halloween night.
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Deep in the woods, among the ferns and thick, tall bushes, lived a wood sprite. He was a scary little green man. He wore ragged clothes, a hat made of leaves and dry branches, and he always walked barefoot. He looked just like a ghost.
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It was February. Mornings were still frosty and now and then, a few snowflakes fell. A blanket of snow was still covering the hills and ice glistened on the surface of ponds and lakes. A stately willow tree stood by one of the ponds. And every day, waterman Scruff sat in that willow tree. He wore a warm green coat and a red cap, his periwinkle-green hair sticking out from under it. The waterman sat in the willow tree above the pond every day, watching over his friends the carps and catfish who lived in the pond.
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There was a big mill behind the forest. Its mill wheel was always turning and the miller and the miller’s wife, who lived there, made flour for the whole village. Next to the mill was a pond. Its surface shimmered in the distance. Every now and then water splashed out of it and a bubble appeared because the pond was full of carp.
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