A Little World for Little People

Sun (Auckland), Volume II, Issue 478, 6 October 1928, Page 29

A Little World for Little People

FRIENDSHIP IS A STEADY LIGHT SHINING IN DARK PLACES BON-BONS AND DONKEY BOYS BY the way,’' remarked the Doorkeeper to a Pixie Postman who was leaning against the Hollow Tree chattimr irllv wdl the Woodpecker, “the Dawn Lady had a Did you hear about it? ’ p mst wees.. , „ “Only stra y amours,” answered the Pixie Postman, regretfuilj You see > 1 had been sent into the outside world in search of a ost address and, when I came back, it was all over” Now, that s the worst of being a slave to duty,” said the Doorkeeper with frank sympathy. “When anything exciting is going to happen I always contrive to be there.” Tours is a strange policy,” answered the Pixie Postman drawing himself up to his full height, “but I should like to about the party all the same.” t A h ? ld i 4 , i n< ? er the Happiness Tree, and the Dawn Lady sa tat the head of the table. In front of her was a large cake with Dawn Lady m white lettering on a pink ground. Two shining white candles were on the cake to represent the P u ? ates .°, f l Ia PPy Town. Instead of using a knife she cut the cake with her silver letter opener, being more used to that. Vv e had bon-bons, too, with paper caps and mottoes inside them. My motto read, ‘Keep hoping.’ It is now framed and hanging in the Place-of-You-Never-Can-Tell. The Joyshop man s was Gather the happy hours,’ Doctor Spring Sunshine’s Light after darkness, and the Woodpecker’s motto read ‘I serve. “And what was the Dawn Lady’s?” queried the Pixie Postman. “Well,” chuckled the Doorkeeper, “the Dawn Lady’s was our own Happy Town motto, though it is more than likely that someone tampered with her bon-bon. Here comes the Joyshop man, studying something. What can it be? Why, it is a picture of a boy and a donkey. This is interesting. ‘A combined painting and story picture.’ Two competitions in one. Ido hope my paints have not dried up.' And lam sure I could write a story about it. The boy could be called Timothy.” “But,” broke in the Joyshop man, “you once called a flying fish that.” “Oh, so I did. He had better be Richard, then. And now, what about this donkey? Neddy would be suitable, of course, but donkeys are usually called that. Do you think he would answer to the name of Albert? No, that doesn’t sound quite right either. How would Rupert do? Yes, Richard and Rupert. Why, my plot is taking shape already. Have you any suggestions to offer?” “I suggest,” said the Little Thought, stealing up behind him and gently tweaking his ear,' “that we all offer our services to the Dawn Lady, because, with » a combined competition like M (jq\ _f Q Jj. this in the air, all the mail j Li. CLAaM/vV'S/"’”' bags will be filled to over- * I flowing.” V