A Little World for Little People

Sun (Auckland), Volume III, Issue 672, 25 May 1929, Page 29

A Little World for Little People

ADVENTURERS

FRIENDSHIP IS A STEADY LIGHT SHINING IN DARK PLACES

DA\*v X LAD\, said the Little Thought, “do you consider it right for people in pictures to step right out of them and begin exploring the world?” Why; asked the Lawn Lady. “Who has been coming to life now?” Lh, just one of those raindrop fairies in the painting pieture. That little innocent looking one sitting in the front of the cloud thought he would like to peep over the fence into Tiptoe Street. He was too fat to balance properly and, like Humpty Dumpty, he met with an accident. The Pixie Postmen have patched him up with invisible sticking plaster and put him back in the picture. There was a little wet splash where he fell, but, the sun soon dried it. He did not know, poor little fellow, that we never allow raindrops in Happy Town. . . . That is a sad little story about Farmer Giles and Mr. Bunny. If there were no guns in the world, the little furry creatures would have a happier time. I think we should have a rabbit run in Happy Town, don’t you? They would be quite safe here, and the Doorkeeper could make a special lettuce garden for them. And, by the way, the smallest Pixie Postman says he is sorry about that limerick of his, but that the published ones are much better.” “That is the true Happy Town spirit,” answered the Dawn Lady. “There is a very exciting photograph in the mail this morning. It shows one of my Sunbeams up in the air in a beautiful little toy airplane. I am wondering if he intends coming to Happy Town in it. How excited the Pixie Postmen would be to see him flying over Tiptoe Street.” “We must make a suitable landing ground,” said the Doorkeeper, importantly. “It would never do for him to collide with the Hollow Tree or alight on the roof of the Plaee-of-You-Never-Can-Tell.” “Why not start a school for young aviators?” called the Woodpecker. “I could act as instructor. There is very little that I don’t know about flying.” “And when you come to n think of it,” remarked the H OcyLu Little Thought, mildly, “it ,*\*r k-J' *** might be just as well if I had 1 1

a few pupils, too.”