The forest is full.  You turned me into an owl.  I sit on a branch alone. 
Space is settled.  I turned you into an astronaut.  You sit on a planet and wait for my return. 

The well is full of water.  You turned it into enchanting.  I make terrible wishes and they turn into butterflies.  So many butterflies that fly close to my face.  Their wings are feathery and they are bugs.

If you can remember before the trees were overgrown, I will give you this gold thing that is magical.  And you will be able to talk to foxes and owls.  All of the animals will be your friend and you will never be lonely again.

But the king will be jealous and he will send for the wicked creatures that are big and small and they will fly around on scary sticks that are probably brooms.  They will come into your room at night and whisper noises that sound like sadness.

To overcome this, you will have to be the most beautiful.  You will have to grow your hair long and pinch your face so that your cheeks will be pink.  And you will have to be young and never cry.

Everyone in the land will wish that they had a face as pink and youthful as yours and they will start stealing your voice and your eyes.  They will cut off your arms and tie you to them. 

The ground is wet and flooding.  You turned me into a boat.  I float away.
The house is building itself.  I turned you into a window.  You stared at me for too long.

The fire has been put out by the children.  So we must never return.