PRUE AND THE FLOWER PIXIE

Sun (Auckland), Volume I, Issue 164, 1 October 1927, Page 27 (Supplement)

PRUE AND THE FLOWER PIXIE

Prue was standing near her garden, watching the flowers and the? bright butterfli€:s that hovered over them. “I wonder if there are any fairies and if they live in the flowers?” she said aloud. “Oh, yes, there are still fairies left on the earth,” sounded a sweet voice. Prue looked round in perplexity and she thought a leaf fluttered from a tree near by. Then her eyes grew wide with astorishment, for where the leaf had fallen, a tiny pixie stood smiling, adn bowing to her. He was about six inches high, and were a green tunic and hose, and brown shoes, while upon his head he wore a wee pointed cap with a silver bell. Prue could hardly stop looking at tl •' little s wings, for they glistened and shimmered into all the colours of the rainbow’ as the bright spring sunshine gleamed upon them. "My name is Prankette, and I live in one of those flowers.” As he spoke, Prankette danced on tip-toes, and waved his cap toward the hollyhocks. “You must feel very happy, living in a flower,” said Prue. “It is lovely,” said the pixie. “I live hidden away in the flower, and in summer my dreams are rose-coloured because the hollyhocks are pinky red. Last night my dreams were of pink shells that moke a sad singing noise when you hold them to your ears.” “Oh, hew wonderful,” w’hispered Prue. “Where did you come from?’ "I made my home in the daffodils before they died, and dreamed of sunsets and golden things. In the autumn my home is a curled-up leaf all green and gold.” The pixie flew on to Prue’s shoulder. “I must leave you now. Good-bye!’' Prankette, his wings glistening like a jewel in a misty setting, flew toward the hollyhocks. The next moment no mortal eye could distinguish the flower he had entered from the hundreds of hollyhocks that lived and died in Prue’s garden. —Marion Mead (aged 14). We sleep, but the loom of life never I stops, and the pattern which was weaving when the sun went down is i weaving when it comes up to-morow. ! **&%*%* &*%•***£* jfjg