A BED-TIME STORY ABOUT FAIRIES.

Auckland Star, Volume LXIV, Issue 135, 10 June 1933, Page 3 (Supplement)

A BED-TIME STORY ABOUT FAIRIES.

(By .roan I. Faulkner, Jellicoe Avenue, Tuakau, age 12.) Now, little Budget friends, cuddle up in your cosy cots, and I will tell you 3, story. Have you read the book about Peter Pan! Well, in case you've not been foitunate enough I will tell you what Peter Pan knows about fairies. He said, "When the first baby laughed for the first time, its laugh broke into a thousand pieces , and they all '.vent skipping about, and became fairies. And now, when, a little baby is born, its first langh becomes a fairy, and so there ought to be a fairy for every boy and girl." Is it not lovely to think you have a fairy for yourself. They are so pretty, too. The little girls have pretty fairies, with golden, curly hair. They have silky, shiny, cobweb dresses, and tiny silver shoe's, ornamented with dewdrops. Their hair, too, is bedecked with these fairy diamonds. But their wings are prettier than all. They are of a transparent sheen, with every colour reflected in them. Whenever the fairy wishes to fly from your toe to your head, for she often does, she spreads her wings and is off, like a rainbow-hued, glistening butterfly. But it is only hen you are very good and keep very still that you see them. In each hand the fairy holds a, wand. In her right hand is a silvery, star-topped wand; but in the left is a black stick. When a little girl is good and . kind, the fairy waves her silver wand, and, hey preeto! something nice will happen. But if she is naughty, the fairy taps the black stick on the ground, and a nasty thing is sure to happen to the girl.' But the little Budget boys will be demanding, "What if we are good; haven't we a fairy." Yes, you have, and he's the funniest little fellow. He's got big green ears that keep his peaked red cap on, and a funny little green suit with gold' buttons on it. His shoes are green, and have turned-up toee, with bells on them. He is called an Imp. Instead of having big pretty wings, he's got tiny, little wings on his shoes. How funny! But he haen't got a wand, boys. No, he has a pretty pink; and white mushroom in one hand, and a black, poisonous toadstool in the other. Both of these shut up and down like an umbrella, and when you are good up goes the pink mushroom, and what a surprise you'll get when the postman comes. Perhaps he'll bring you a new football, or a nice letter or something equally nice. Oh! but, Budget boys, don't be naughty, or up goes that horrid toadstool, and, well, I'll warn you something very nasty will happen. But, ,ssh! I hear the. Sandman coming to give you dreams. I hope yours are pleasant, and then be good children when you get up, won't you.