Ivy’s Visit to Mother Holle

One lost spindle, one feather bed, one shower of gold

Ivy is AI-generated — not a real child. Your own book stays private and is never published.

Drawn from one photo of Ivy, aged 4. Your child can be the hero of this story too — every page drawn with their own face.

Make one for your child Read the book

Turn the pages of Ivy’s book

How this book was drawn

ChildIvy, aged 4 (AI-generated)
StoryMother Holle
Book8 pages, one photo
Picture styleIllustrated
Illustration strengthLow
Illustration lookLuminous drawing

Add photos of your child

Two or three clear, front-facing photos give the best likeness. Up to 4 photos, JPG/PNG/WebP.

Click to choose photos, or drag them here The photos stay on our server only while the book is being made.

Who is the story for?

We'll use this name throughout the book.

Child's name Age (optional) Pages Story language

Story model

Picture style

Illustrated Your child painted into the story, with their own face Photo child, drawn world Your child looks real, the story world around them is illustrated Photo-real Child and story world both look like a real photograph

Choose the story

Pick a classic story, or write your own idea.

Loading stories…

This takes a few minutes — every page is drawn for your child.

Loading your story book…

Picking up where we left off…

Ivy’s Visit to Mother Holle

Cover

Every page of Ivy’s book

The same face from the first page to the last, painted in one style. These are the pages exactly as they came out.

The spindle slipped from Ivy’s tired fingers into the well. She knelt to look, and the water shimmered like a dream. Gently, she drifted down towards a bright meadow far below the familiar world.
An oven called from beside the path: “Take us out, or we shall burn!” Ivy lifted the baked loaves with a long bread peel. Soon they rested safely, filling the meadow with a delicious smell.
A tree rustled its heavy branches. The apples were ripe and begged to be shaken down. Ivy helped, then stacked the fruit neatly. A simple job could make the whole bright orchard feel happier.
At a little cottage, an old woman with very large teeth looked out. Ivy felt shy, but the woman spoke kindly. “Stay and help me,” Mother Holle said. The door opened into warmth.
Ivy shook Mother Holle’s feather bed from the window until feathers danced through the air. Far below, in the world she knew, soft snow began to fall. What an extraordinary kind of housework!
When Ivy wished to go home, Mother Holle led her under a great gate. Golden rain settled on her dress and apron. The old woman returned her spindle, thanking her for all her care.
The cockerel on the well crowed as Ivy arrived home glittering with gold. Her family hurried to meet her. She had found her spindle and much more: the quiet happiness of a job done kindly.
Her stepsister returned from the same journey covered in sticky black pitch instead of gold. Ivy fetched a bucket and brush to help clean it off. Kindness, she knew, was worth bringing home every day.

Your child could be the hero next

Upload one photo of your child and choose a tale. Every page is drawn with their face, in the style you pick.

Make one for your child See this tale

The photo you upload is used only to draw your book, and is deleted from our server as soon as the book is ready.