And every time a baby was born on earth, on the third day right after its birth, the Fates were said to visit it at home to determine its life - how it’d be from then on.
And wrapped she was with scales bellow the waist, instead of legs, she had a big, fish tail. Her body was half human and half fish; she was a magical and mythical mermaid.
The tree then would stand happy and would grow, and wish its olives to be sweet and rich so that all people would enjoy their taste; for joy is always greater when it’s shared.
"Dear moon, there, high in the dome where you are, I dare you, better than you I’ll become. It’s either I win or lose it all, I swear", the fairy said and at the moon she stared.