TEE-NEE-WEE

Sun (Auckland), Volume II, Issue 554, 5 January 1929, Page 25

TEE-NEE-WEE

WHO CAME TO EARTH IN A RAINDROP Tee-jiee-wee, as you can guess by his name, was very small, so small in fact that, if you happened to be sewing and he settled on the thread, you could draw him through the eye of your needle without even noticing it. It was his duty to polish the doorknob on the front door of the wizard’s home in Y ou - Never-Ivnow-for-Cer-tain-Land, which lies beyond the pinkest sunset cloud and 15 paces to the right. Now, one day, Tee-nee-wee fell asleep on the doorstep when he should have been polishing the knob with his tiny gossamer duster, and the wizard came out and caught him. Without even waking him he picked up poor Tee-nee-wee and threw him out into space, this being a way with wizards if any of their servants displease them. Then he appointed Somewhat-bigger in his place and forgot all about it. It did not take Tee-nee-wee very long to become wide awake when he found himself rushing through the air. He grasped out, but there was nothing to cling to. Down, down, down he went (the roof of the sky is very high, you know). “Oh, dear,” he said to himself, “soon I shall be nothing.” Then, plop he fell into the middle of a damp grey cloud and there he lay, his little heart cold with fear.

Soon, a strange thing started to happen. Part of the moisture in the cloud began to close round Tee-nee-wee, until, before long, he was imprisoned in a very wet raindrop. The walls of the raindrop were like glass that he could look through, but he was not strong enough to break them. Other raindrops were forming all about him, and, all at once, the cloud broke up and Tee-nee-wee. still trembling in his strange prison, went hurtling down to earth.

Splash—he landed on a big black mountain with, a flag-pole in the centre and ridges all round it. The raindrop that had been his prison ran harmlessly down the mountain and left him behind. “I shall stay here,” thought Tee-nee-wee, “until the sun comes out again.”

And stay there he did. Soon the rain ceased, but s-ornething terrible was happening to the mountain. A giant had shut it up and hung it over his arm. Tee-nee-wee crept out of the dark folds and clung to one of the ridges. He did not know that he had landed on a big black umbrella. Before very long his wings were dry and he said to himself, “I shall 11 v away to the amber cloud this side of the sunrise, and twenty-five paces to the lett. A fairy makes daydreams there and she is a kind mistress.” So away he flew and he is there, quite probably, to this very day. Anvway, I have never heard anything to the contrary. —W.S.T.

Street. J shall look forward to nlentv oi letters from Marguerita. P ly Gay du Faur, Howick: Gay’s letter is a very happy one this time. What a line collection of Christmas presents vou have. Yes, Jean’s poem was very good and all the Sunbeams liked it. How is Peter the rabbit? Please give him my good wishes for 1929. *

Joy Hill, Mount Albert: That was a happy outing, Joy, and I can imagine how you must have enjoyed it. There is a warm welcome awaiting cousin Joan when you bring her down Tiptoe Street, t have left your love thoughts in the Hollow Tree for Jean Mclndoe, Elizabeth Christine, Jean Farquhar, Eileen Gracie and Mary Potts. The Dawn La.dy speeds a special golden wish to Joy this week.

Audrey Seddon, Lumsden: Congratulations on coming top of the clas, Audrey. How happy you must be feeling about it. It was very sweet of you and Rosalie to send me that dainty present. Thank you both very much. Ido hope that Rosalie will soon be her sunny little self again. I shall send your prize book soon, Audrev. The painting for the last competition did not reach me in time, but it is a beautiful piece of work. My best love to you both.

Mamie Gilmour, Frankton: I do hope your hand will soon recover, Mamie. You managed to write very well with it. Yes, thank you, I had a very happy Christmas. I hope I shall soon hear again from this good scribe.

Lilian Gibb, Archhill: The holidays upset the mails, Lilian, and your pretty painting did not reach me in time. It would have placed you very high in the list. My best love to you and Sidney. Eileen Gracie, Glen Eden: Nancy Waller Wishes me to ask you if you received her letter. My best love to you and Errol and Alan.

Margaret Hanley, Huntly: Welcome, Margaret. We are all glad that you have become a member of Happy Town and the Dawn Lady hopes to be able to write many messages for you under the Happiness Tree. All your new friends send their love and greetings.

John Jamieson, Mount Eden: Your letter makes me want a Hornby train, too. John. Have you tried fixing the rails in a curve? The train will speed round the most dangerous bends. You should have plenty of fun with your tov (luring the holidays. My best love to this young artist. Keith Simons, Otahuhu: I have enrolled you as a Sunbeam, Master Otahuhu, but the Dawn Lady is not connected with that other club. I hope I shall often hear from this eight-year-old. Some New Year thoughts for Keith from Happy Town. Grace Scott, Rotorua: No, I do not know your friends from Auckland, Grace. You are having a happy time with them and what a jolly outing that was to Wairoa. The Little Thought sends a package of good wishes to Grace. John Dance, Drury: You are a lucky boy, John, to be having such a fine holiday. Swimming and fishing are splendid fun. How many fish were in your basket? I don’t think the sheep that knocked you over could have been any relation to Mary’s little lamb. My love to this laddie.

Nola Craig, Mount Albert: Santa Claus was certainly very generous to you, Nola. Have you written a note of thanks for all those wonderful things? Dulcie Craig is a line little girl arid she has a very sweet nature. Sometimes she sends me posies from her very own garden. I am very fond of that little Sunbeam. All good wishes to Nola for 1929. Cecil Scott, Rotorua: That was not a very happy Christmas, with your mother in hospital, Cecil, but 1 hope she will

soon be perfectly strong again. I should have liked to have seen you as a. cowboy in the procession. Did you have a broncho? All your Happy Town friends hope you will enjoy your holiday. Edwyna Stone, Onehunga: Yes. 1 enjoyed the coming of the New Year, Edwyna, and I saw the Old Year safely on his journey. Didn’t the whistles keep up their chorus for a long time? Some of them seemed to be imitating crowing roosters. My best love to Ed-

Colin Mackie, Devonport: You will find plenty to read in your “Chums,” Colin, and I am glad that Rive has one too. He will have plenty to toll you when he returns from Master ton. The Little Thought would love a game with David’s new rattle. Isa Douglas. Huntly: Congratulations on passing into Standard 6, Isa. I am glad that you have, had a holiday in Auck-

land. Was it fine weather while you were here? Some Happy Town thoughts for this loyal member. Joan Francis, Ponsonby: Onetangi is a splendid place for a holiday, Joan, and I am glad that you are all having such a happy time. It was lucky that Ronnie was not hurt when the ball hit him. Please give him the Dawn Ladv’s love. Thank you very much for the riddles and tongue-twisters. I like the one about the menagerie keeper, too. Sylvia Webb, Glenmore: Summer Time, M.D., has a Cure for that cough, Sylvia. He says to take at least a dozen deep breaths of January sunshine every day and to combine this with exercises. It is astonishing how much the old fellow knows. My best love to the Sunbeams in your family.