BLUEBELLS

Sun (Auckland), Volume 1, Issue 110, 30 July 1927, Page 27

BLUEBELLS

A dainty patch of shimmering blue, Lightly kissed by sparkling dew, Hailed by young and old with joy, Garlands for a maiden coy. They’re the sweetest flower that blows, Though the stately orchid grows, For they have their silver chimes To record the fairy times. Their name? It breathes of elfin spells— They are just out sweet bluebells. —Becky Pelham (aged 13). MOONLAND Mr. Whitetail was very worried—he had lost his way. And tllere was no one to ask—not even a squirrel. Everyone had gone to bed, except Mr. Fox, and he was not friends with Mr. Whitetail, as we all know. So the poor Bunny sat on a mushroom to be out of the way of the animals he did not like, and he w'ondered if he had not better go home to bed. But he had been sent on an errand by his fairy godmother, and she would be very cross if he did not do all she told him. He was feeling very sleepy when he heard someone, and he looked, and there was a dear fairy. - Now he would be all right! “Please, fairy-,” he said, “will you tell me the way to Moonland?” The fairy smiled —011, she was so pretty and sweet! “It is a long way, dear bunny,” she said. “Do want very much to go?” Then Mr. Whitetail explained.And when he said the name of his godmother the fairy laughed. She said that she knew her quite well, and that she would take Mr. Whitetail herself to Moonland right away. Then she stooped down on one knee, and told Mr. Whitetail to jump on to her shoulders and put his paws round her neck. He did so, and she flipped her wings and away they went: “Up, up, all the way to Moonland.” And at the gate of Moonland there was the fairy godmother. She had sent the fairy herself, to see if Bunny would be brave and good, and do as he was told. So they all had a jolly tea in Moonland, and went home b3 r the Moonland express, which is a moonbeam, and it goes faster than any train on earth could go! Mr. Whitetail is fond of telling his friends all about his wonderful journey. Dots of them would love to have a godmother like his —wouldn’t you? BEWITCHED A fairy fell the other day Right out of Fairyland— She fell so close to me I could Have touched her with my hand. But' just as I was going to ask Her if she’d stop and play, She turned into a ladybird, And laughed and flew away-

FARMER BROWN One day Farmer Brown’s nephew came back from abroad and he brought as a present for his uncle a most enormous egg. “There you are, uncle,” he said. “You’re ver3 r keen on prize birds. Hatch that out and I’m sure you’ll take all the prizes at the next show.” Farmer Brown was quite «ure he would, too, if only- he could hatch the egg, but how was he to do it? He tried to get a hen to sit on it, but the egg was so big that the hen only perched on the top and she kept sliding off all the time. So, not knowing what to do with it he left in on the kitchen table and went up to bed. The next morning he was awakened by strange noises from the kitcnen and when he went downstairs he found his wife and the maids staring in horror at an extraordinaiw-looking bird. The egg had hatched out in the warm kitchen of its own accord ! “What a wonderful bird!” cried Farmer Brown, very pleased to sep that already it was as big as a turkey. “I’m sure I shall win a prize with this. I must give it something to eat.” • He wasn’t quite so pleased when the young bird ate two large baskets of corn without even pausing for breath, and as it grew older it ate more and more. But it grey so fat and big that he didn't much mind, for he was sure it would win him such wonderful prizes that he would be well repaid. But the day before the show, as Farmer Brown was on his way to work in the fields, he saw a most amazing sight. There was the prize bird, wearing a hat. collar and tie, and carrying an umbrella, strolling down the road.

"Here, hi, stop!” shouted Farmer Brown. But the bird didn’t take the faintest notice of him and when he ran after it it ran so fast down the road that it was soon out of sight.

/ “Oh, dear, oh, dear,” sighed Farmer Brown. “I shan’t get a prize after all.” “No, yuu certainly won’t.” laugh, d his nephew, from the chair by his side. “You were dreaming so hard that you knocked the egg off the table and it’s broken into a thousand pieces.”

And Farmer Brown found that he’d been sitting in his chair 1.3- the tire all the time, and his adventure with the prize bird was nothing but a dream!