Gibberish had been a happy little Water Sprite. She was said to have had the sweetest disposition, and the most beautiful smile in all Fairydom. Yes she was happy indeed. Happy until that travelling peddler came along that is.
That man (and Gibberish still shutters at the thought of him), that man had the nerve – no – the audacity to ride his pack mule through (not around mind you) Gibberish’s little pond. He showed no consideration for the little newts and salamanders that lived there, nor for the happy little Water Sprite herself.
In the peddler’s blatant disregard for the pond folk, he allowed his beast to trod on the unsuspecting Gibberish. This callous act knocked out the Fairy’s front teeth, not only forever ruining her famed smile, but leaving her with a lisp. And as if that was not bad enough, the other Fairy-folk began to tease poor Gibberish for the speech impediment that was the result of the indecent.
Gibberish has become a very unpleasant little Fairy. So unpleasant in fact – that she has now enchanted her pond – so that any human who drinks from her waters will begin to speak in an unintelligible way. That is why confused speech is called Gibberish to this very day.