Once upon a time there was a tiny little girl who was all smiles. She was so very young that however hard she tried, she could not articulate the beautiful words of our language, just like it happened to everyone when we were so very young… The most peculiar cooing and giggles and voice dances kept gurgling and flowing from her throat, but her mouth rarely formed clear words. Not even her mother could always understand her, let alone her godmother. When the tiny girl wanted to call or greet her dear relative with a ‘Godmummy’ (Keresztmama in Hungarian), it proved to be a difficult challenge … surely a true tongue-twister to her. Then one day the little lips eventually found the right form. To make greeting easier, she simply said: TAMI. It is true that the word is brief, and contain traces of the original, suits the little one’s language perfectly, and the older ones can soon learn it. And this is exactly what happened… this tale cannot tell how her little brothers juggled with words, it can tell though how very skilled the tiny girl became at mastering the colour pencils as she grew older. She did magic with her lines, her circles were happily round, her sun was bright and her flowers gleaming. Then came a time when she wanted to make a gift for her dear relative – but what should it be, how should it be?… She suddenly made up her mind: TAMI should be portrayed in a magical drawing, it would be the surprise. And so it happened: there were wows and amazement, because TAMI was drawn as a kind princess, she even had a crown! The colours of her fascinating, floor-length dress were sparkling in the bright sunshine as she was opening up her arms for a hug just like she does every single time when the tiny girl and her godmother meet… Later TAMI – who is in fact not a princess, but (one of the good) witches of needles, yarn and fluff – brought the paper princess to life with her enchanted crochet hook and smile dusted yarn to return the priceless gift… TAMILA has ever since been living in the palms of the tiny girl and they rest every night together in her bed-castle…

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