RAINBOW LAND
One© there was a little boy who spent all his spar© time looking for pixies, but they had all gone back to Rainbow Land, and he could never find any. So on© day, after a shower of rain, he shut his eyes and went to Rainbow Land. Now, Rainbow Land is much more beautiful than our own earth, for the flowers in the gardens are very much brighter and the grass is of a richer green. “Well, her© I am,” said the little boy, “and now, perhaps, I shall find some pixies.” And barely had he spoken when, perched upon a hollyhock, he spied a pixie prince, and immediately behind him, from every leaf and bud and branch, there popped a pixie’s head. “Well,- this is more like it!” murr mured the little boy, whereupon he turned to the pixie prince and bowed and said, “Tell me, pixio prince, why did you all leave my world. Aren’t there any of you there any more?" “Bless my buckles, no!” cried the pixie prince. “Who wants to live in that old world? Those people don’t care about us any longer! They’re much too busy to bother with pixies! Somebody was always stepping on us over there, and twice in my last week I was sat on. They don’t need pixies in your world!” “Oh,” said the little boy, “that’s not so! I need you, anyway.” “Do you, sure enough? How nice!” cried the pixie prince. “I’ll tell you what—if you can think up three people in your world who would give something precious to get us back, we’ll come.” “Anno would!” said the little boy. “Anne lives next door, and she said herself, one day, she’d give her newest speckled puppy for a pixie.” “Very good!” said the pixie prince. “That’s one!” “And I know a fiddler who would give his best song if he could find a pixie in his fiddle.” “Two,” said the pixie prince. “Then I make three,” said the little boy, “and, though I just love it. I’ll give you my birthday.” “Done!” said the pixie prince. “We’ll come.” So they did. All that afternoon they came trooping back to earth through the rainbow gates. And even now, just after a shower, when the sun is shining, if you look sharply, you may see them come fluttering over the rainbow rails, and if you look very sharply, you may see their slipper buckles making twinkles on their toes.
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Sun (Auckland), Volume III, Issue 643, 20 April 1929, Page 31
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412RAINBOW LAND Sun (Auckland), Volume III, Issue 643, 20 April 1929, Page 31
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