Teller of Tales

Dominion, Volume 32, Issue 94, 14 January 1939, Page 7 (Supplement)

Teller of Tales

J-JERE is the story Smiler (9), Carterton, has written. Ron, the lamb, loved his warm, woolly mother. When he first began to notice things, it was so nice and sunny, and the warm, green grass and daisies seemed so pretty in the big paddock.

What tales the mother sheep told each other. There was a black and brown one, who had been on a hillside farm near the mountain ranges, and had trod through the snow, and found shelter behind big rocks and bushes, and every year had a little white lamb. A sheep farmer bought “Black Sheep” at a sale and brought her to

••Wille Lauds” farm. The white sheep teased her about her dark coat, but lion thought it so nice and bronzy. Then one day a gale came and “Black Sheep” helped the white sheep to shel ter: but the wind was followed by pouring rain, which wet the grass, and made the paddock like a river. •■Black Sheep" bad seen days of rain, and knew how full of danger was the spring. She called all the sheep to the fence, ami helped Ron to keep dry. but Ron was cold, and hated the rain. But the rain, did not last for ever, because in our picture it: the “Junior Dominion.” there was Ron and his mother, oh. so happy in the spring sunshine, in a paddock of buttercups and daisies! Frisky Exitlores. Shrimp (111. Hastings, has written about , lite two lambs. ■■Baa.'’ it was this sound that woke Frisky from Ins slumber. Gently nudging his brother. Whisky, he got up and stretched, then turning round he looked inquiringly at his mother. The sun was just rising and its first rays shone on the twin brothers. it was a beautiful October morning, and by this Hyie groups of- sheep were moving about while others were still asleep.

••Baa"—lllis lime their mother said it almost sternly, meaning them to come and get a drink. This they did without hesitation. At last they finished their breakfast and skipped off to join some other lambs for a game of "tag my tail." After a while the twins got tired of playing so they went away towards their mother. Frisky, however, thought of an idea —why shouldn't be go exploring? B ith this i bought in his mind, he scampered off. When he came to a part of the hedge be had often seen lie was very surprised to see a hole. (He was a very naiigbly young lamb). Without thinking of his mother and Whisky, he scrambled through. He was feeling very pleased with himself this fine morning. In a few moments he quickly changed his mind, for, coming down the road at terrific speed was a motor-ear. Frisky had often seen these things, but never had he been so close to one. Suddenly it stopped and two people got out and came towards him. After a long and tiring chase they caught him. and taking him to the car. bundled him into the back seat and drove away. They kept him a day or two until they found his owner, who took him back to his mother, a lonely and sad lamb, with has wish for exploring cured.

Picture Comes to Life.

The picture of the two little girls gathering daffodils 'might have been any Leaguers, and Mountain Maid (7), Carrington, says:—

Three years ago this spring, we came to live on this mountain farm, and what a sad sight it was. A few daisies struggled with: buttercups and forget-me-nots to make it look like springtime. But now the paddocks and the garden are just like Hie pretty picture in our page. Als we walk down the path, masses of violets and primroses nod to us; and just a wee bit away, stately daffodils and jonquils sway and bend in the breeze, sheltered from storms by lovely flowering lucerne trees. When “Mist of the Morn” and I were getting flowers this morning for mummy, she said we made just as pretty a picture as Kiwi had in “The Dominion.”