A Little World for Little People

Sun (Auckland), Volume IV, Issue 1076, 13 September 1930, Page 31

A Little World for Little People

FRIENDSHIP IS A STEADY LIGHT SHINING IN DARK PLACES .... *•

EVERYONE BUSY I’VE had such a busy morning/’ sighed the Little Thought. “Doctor Spring Sunshine decided to do a little gardening, and I’ve been wheeling my yellow and green wheelbarrow all over Happy Town.” “What a useful wheelbarrow that has been,” said the Doorkeeper. “Are you going to give it a fresh coat of paint in honour of the Spring, Little Thought?” “Yes, there will be a ‘Wet Paint’ sign up next. Tuesday at half-P ast ten - The pixie Postmen have promised to help me, and we are going to put lucky designs on it. The paint is ordered, and we are going to have great fun. You seem rather busy, too. Are you spring-cleaning?” “Why, yes, I have been spring-cleaning the Place-of-You-Xever-Can-Tell all the week, and stocktaking, too. In this box I have five hundred and sixty-three riddles, In that jar six hundred and seventy-nine puzzlers; over there in that shining casket there are the results of nearly a hundred competitions, and I have given every tongue-twister a fresh kink. (They live on kinks, you know). Added to this I have made several limericks line up anil stand at attention. Oh, yes, it’s been a busy week, Little Thought.” “And aren’t you tired. Mister Doorkeeper?” “No, of course not. Work is meat and drink to me. The .Toyshop man is spring-cleaning, too. Just look at that display of bottled sunshine in his window. Y'ou can almost see your face in it.” “And the Woodpecker lias been redecorating the hollow in the Hollow Tree,” chuckled the Little Thought. “I noticed him this morning sorting those feathers he has collected. The kingfisher's feather that he prizes so much blew away, and he flew after it in a panic and caught it in his beak just as it was sailing out of Happy Town into the Outside World. The Pixie Postmen are busy, too, and all the doorknobs in Tiptoe Street are twinkling like jewels.” “I hope they don’t dig up the Pixie Post,” remarked the Doorkeeper, drily. “Oh,” laughed the Little Thought, “they couldn’t possibly do that, but I did see the smallest Pixie Postman in a very queer situation. lie was teasing the thistledown in his thistledown pillow, and he was as white as a snow-man from head to foot, and sneezing like twenty-five people. The other Pixie Postmen were teasing him, so I promised him a fruit drop the next timt anyone gives me some. Oh, dear, I have an appointment with a new Sunbeam at the . end of Tiptoe Street in ./ (jq\ f j eight seconds! I must fly! NL/ <Xaa>w Thank you for entertaining