SHOULDER HIGH
“11/lIAT is all that noise in Tiptoe Street?” asked the Dawn Lady, anxiously. “I can hear shouting and cheering ami the sound of many silver whistles. Something exciting must he happening.” “I should think it is,” laughed the Doorkeeper. “Do you remember Uiat competition the Woodpecker started among the Pixie Postmen, a prize to be awarded for the best, collection of thistledown.’ Well, last week the wind whisked away all that the smallest Pixie Postman had collected, and his faithful little heart was nearly broken. Ever since he has been taking delivery of stray puffs of thistledown from all quarters. It has been arriving in letters, the Little Thought has been chasing it, and a large boxful was delivered from a Sunbeam in the Far North. She must have visited every thistle patch in the town. It was packed so tightly that it looked like a big fat pillow. Well, the smallest Pixie Postman has won the competition, and they are carrying him shoulder-high down Tiptoe Street. He is the hero of the hour, and just to think that this time last week lie had not a piece of thistledown to his name.” “This is joyous news,” said the Dawn Lady. “The poor little fellow was much upset over his loss. What is the prize for this thistledown competition?” “A new feather for his cap every day of the week, the freedom of the Hollow Tree and access to the Woodpecker’s notebook on every second Monday.” “Why,” said the Dawn Lady, “the smallest Pixie Postman is famous 1” “And he is even permitted to keep the thistledown,” added the Doorkeeper. “This is story week. Have you judged the entries?” “Yes, some of them are very good. And there are ‘roses, roses all the way’ and limericks for the multitude. Where is the Little Thought, I wonder?” “You put me in your pocket half an hour ago, murmured an Aggrieved voice, “and I’ve missed all the fun in Tiptoe Street. You said you wanted me to take a message. message ?” echoed the Dawn Lady. Well, I shall remember it in a moment, but in the meantime you ean take my congratulations to the smallest Pixie Postman, most valiant Little Thought.”
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Sun (Auckland), Volume III, Issue 922, 15 March 1930, Page 29
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371SHOULDER HIGH Sun (Auckland), Volume III, Issue 922, 15 March 1930, Page 29
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