A Little World for Little People

Sun (Auckland), Volume IV, Issue 951, 19 April 1930, Page 27

A Little World for Little People

FRIENDSHIP IS A STEADY LIGHT SHINING IN DARK PLACES

SOLVING A DIFFICULTY

“D' T I can't possibly eat it,” protested the smallest Pixie PostD man. “It is more than ten times my size.” \\ hat is the matter with him V ’ asked the Idoorkeeper, pausing on the outskirts of an excited jrroup in the centre of "which stood the smallest Pixie Postman, red with confusion. “Someone ha 3 sent him a Hot Cross bun,” explained the Little Thought. “Well, that’s nothing to worry about,” said the Doorkeeper. “He should give a party.” “What did you say"” called the smallest Pixie Postman, his voice trembling on a note of hope. “I said you should give a party. If you invite me your troubles will be over in less than ten minutes.” “That settles it.” cried the smallest Pixie Postman, clapping his hands. “The party can start now. Help yourselves, everyone!” “And all that came my way was a currant,” sighed the Doorkeeper, a few moments later. “Little Thought, how would you like to be a goldfish?” “A goldfish, Mister Doorkeeper? But T can’t swim.” “Then T can’t use you as a model in this new painting competition. That is unfortunate, and I was depending on you. In that new paint-box the Dawn Lady gave me for my last birthday there are two peculiar little cubes. One is silver and the other is gold, so, you see, if I like I can have silverfish as well.” “Oh, don’t have Silverfish,” begged the Little Thought, “they’re so hard to get rid of.” “Very well, then, I shall just use the gold paint. What did your "Raster egg taste like?” “Like chocolate. I’ve kept my little chicken. The Woodpecker christened it for me. It’s called ‘Peep-bo’.” “I think we should make a chicken coop for them all,” observed the Doorkeeper, taking a fluffy, yellow specimen out of his pocket. “But they’re only toy chickens,” answered the Little Thought, doubtfully. “Well, we could make a toy chicken-coop, with a toy hammer and toy nails. Come with me n and we’ll choose the site. Oh, yl. on\ f odb<J no thank you, smallest Pixie Z!/xts Postman, no more Hot Cross 1 bun!” V.