A Little World for Little People

Sun (Auckland), Volume IV, Issue 1028, 19 July 1930, Page 31

A Little World for Little People

FRIENDSHIP IS A STEADY LIGHT SHINING IN DARK PLACES

MUD-PIE GOBLINS

"1 SPECIAL request for some bottled sunshine to cure a cold,” A said the Joy shop man, searching busily along his shelves. *iT have some in this phial, Little Thought, that was bottled on a blue and gold day last September, when Doctor Spring Sunshine was abroad and all the daffodils were nodding in the breeze. Sunshine improves with keeping, and some people store it in their hearts. Now, tomorrow morning, Little Thought, you must fly to the window oE a certain little friend of ours and remove the cork from this precious phial. Spring sunshine will linger all about her, and the following day she will be perfectly well.” “And won’t that frighten the mud-pie goblins!” laughed the Little Thought. “Whit are mud-pie goblins?” asked the Joysliop man, curiously. “Oh, they live in a story I have just been writing. I have a rough copy of it here if you would like me to read it. It is called ‘The Mud-pie Goblins Who Hid in Mother Cloud’s Apron.’ ” “You and the smallest Pixie Postman will soon be famous authors,” said the Joyshop man. “Please introduce me to the mud-pie goblins.” “One day,” began the Little Thought, solemnly, “before the kind old Sun had risen, the mud-pie goblins escaped from Mother Cloud’s apron and went scampering across the sky, with their mud-pie aces and their watering-cans, leaving black footprints all over the beautiful white clouds. ‘Look,’ they said, ‘there are some children going to school without their coats. One girl has a leghorn hat and no umbrella. Let’s give them a shower-bath!’ And they grinned all over their mud-pie faces, tipped up their watering-cans. and gave the children a thorough drenching. ‘Hullo, li illo, hullo,’ said the Sun, opening one eye on a rainy world, ‘the mud-pie goblins have raced me out of bed, and I had a fine day .narked on my calendar. Now, last night I saw Mister Wind filling his bellows with hot air from the Equator, and between us we may be able to save the situation.’ Just then Mister Wind arrived on the scene, puffing and blowing after his long journey, and carrying the bellows filled with hot air from the Equator. ‘Mud-pie goblins!’ he exclaimed in a voice like a bee saying ‘Honey!’ and, with the Sun behind him, he brought his mighty bellows into play. Away went the mud-pie goblins, growing smaller and smaller, and staggering under the weight of their watering-cans. Into Mother Cloud’s apron they dropped exhausted, just before she became a puff of vapour on the horizon. ‘There you are,’ said Mister Wind. ‘My best thanks,’ answered the Sun. ‘Accidents will happen, even in the best regulated solar systems.’ Oh, dear me,” finished the Little Thought, “I have stayed ten ~ minutes instead of two, and I , J

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