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Hi Kids! This page is just for you... A
special story about a magic dog, a miracle
fruit, a fairy story, Billy's secret, a pet giraffe,
special poem and a meditation!
Joanie and the Giraffe
Joanie was five and she loved giraffes.
Big giraffes, small giraffes and baby giraffes, she loved them all. She had
lots of books about these tall animals with their long necks, small heads with
long eyelashes and spots of reddy-brown. She knew that they were gentle giants
who ate the highest leaves on the trees in Africa.
When her mother asked her what she
wanted for Christmas, Joanie answered loudly – “A giraffe!”
Mother laughed. “A giraffe is too tall
to live in our house. Its head would stick out of the chimney!”
Joanie was sad, she would have loved to
have a giraffe and take it to school for ‘show and tell’! How that would
surprise the other children!
One day, when she and her mother were
watching television, a man told the viewers about sponsoring an animal at the
local zoo.
Joanies eyes lit up. “Can we sponsor a
giraffe, Mum?” she said. “I will give you half my pocket-money each week to
sponsor the giraffe!”
Her mother nodded. “Yes, that is a good
idea!”
So her mother sent away for a package
about their sponsored animal. Joanie was excited when it came.
Their animal was a baby giraffe called Gimbya
which means ‘Princess’ in African. Their sponsorship money would help buy Gimbya
food and pay for animal doctors to see her.
One day mother had a surprise for
Joanie. “Today we are going to see our special giraffe Gimabya. We are going to
the zoo!”
Joanie was so happy that she danced
around with happiness! They got all dressed up and caught a bus to the zoo.
Joanie was so excited to see all the different animals, such as lions,
elephants, monkeys and of course the giraffes. It was a good zoo with lots of
space and green trees and bushes for the animals.
The zoo keeper pointed out Gimbya to
them, when they told him they were sponsoring her. She was a beautiful giraffe
with a long neck and long black eyelashes. Joanie thought that she was the
prettiest giraffe that she had ever seen!
They waved goodbye to Gimbya and told
her that they would come often to see her. On the way back they stopped at the
tourist kiosk and had a drink of fruit juice. Mother spied a toy giraffe there
that looked just like Gimbya, so she bought it for Joanie. What a wonderful day
and what a wonderful Christmas present!
The End.
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Billy and the Wrong Side of the Bed
Billy was six years old and lived in a
little house in Summer Lane. He liked the house of red brick with it's bright green shutters and a dark green roof. His mother
and father had one large bedroom and Billy had a small bedroom at the top of
the stairs.
In his bedroom he had a large brown dresser
to keep his clothes in, a big red toy box to keep his toys in, a blue mat to
play on with his toys and a small wooden bed with a blue patchwork quilt to
sleep in at night. Billy liked to curl up in his soft, cosy bed at night when
the rain fell and the wind howled. Here he felt safe and warm. In the morning,
he would usually jump out of bed looking forward to the new day and what
exciting adventures it would bring.
Except … some mornings Billy would wake up
sad and grumpy. He would frown at the toy box and not want to play with his
toys. He would scowl at Mother when she called him to come down for his
breakfast and refuse to talk to his father who was getting ready for work and
wanted to hear about Billy's school or friends. Mother would then sigh and give
him a kiss on the forehead and say that, "Billy had got out of bed on the
wrong side!"
Usually this saying of Mother's was ignored
by Billy as he felt too cross to talk to her. But one day he said grumpily,
"What do you mean, the wrong side of the bed,
Mum? My bed is pushed up against the wall and I can only get out of one side.
So how can it be the wrong side?"
Mother laughed. "It's just an old
saying, Billy. My Grandmother used to say it to me. It means that instead of
being happy and in harmony with life when you get up in the morning because you
got out on the right side of the bed, you instead got out on the other side or
wrong side of the bed and everything seems grey and miserable."
Billy thought about what his Mother said
throughout the day. He thought about it on the bus on the way to school. He thought
about it when he was doing his lessons at school and he thought about it when
he sat in his garden after school.
He found his Mother in the kitchen peeling
some potatoes for dinner. She was making chips and Billy liked chips. "How
can I make sure that I get out of bed on the right side each morning?" He
asked her. "I'm tired of being grumpy in the mornings!"
Mother thought for a moment and then took
Billy to sit down on the couch in the lounge room. "I used to wake up
grumpy just like you, when I was a little girl," said Mother. "One
day, my Grandmother taught me a very secret way to make sure that each day I
would leave my bed on the right side, not the wrong side of the bed!"
"Oh, tell me the secret!"
exclaimed Billy with large wide eyes. He loved secrets.
"Well", said Mother with a
knowing look on her face, "each morning, as soon as you wake up, you must
think of your most favourite thing in the world. The thing
that you always love to do or like the best. Don't tell me what it is.
It's your special secret thing!" She warned Billy, as he was about to
blurt out what his favourite thing was!
"Then think about your special thing
for a few minutes. Imagine yourself playing with it or
doing it. Then plan a perfect day for yourself. You could think of going to the
park in Summer and playing on the swings and slides or
helping Dad with the bonfires in Winter. You could think of birthday parties or
eating party cakes. Whatever you think is a perfect day full of happy
activities. I promise you after thinking of all those lovely things for a short
while before getting out of bed, you will feel so happy and you will always get
out of bed on the right side of the bed!" Mother said happily and gave
Billy a big hug.
Billy was impatient to get to bed that
night and went to bed the first time his Father looked at the gold clock on the
mantle and said, "Eight o'clock, Billy, time for bed!"
His Mother tucked him into bed in his blue
pyjamas and pulled the patchwork quilt tenderly up under his chin.
"Now remember all that I told you. " She whispered to him, "In the morning think of
your best secret thing!" She kissed him goodnight and left the room. Billy
lay in his cosy, warm bed. Outside it was a clear night and through the window
he could see the stars twinkling in the dark blue sky. Soon he was fast asleep.
In the morning when he woke up, he felt a
little grumpy and then he remembered his secret thing that he had to think
about. He thought of boating on the lake with his father in Summer.
Billy loved the smell of the water and how the sunlight glittered on the little
blue waves. He imagined that he was there in a small, white boat and in his
mind he heard the cries of the colourful water birds as they flew above the
water looking for small, silver fish.
He imagined the warmth of the sun on his
body and the bobbing of the small boat as his father rowed across the water. He
saw his mother sitting on the green grass of the shoreline with a picnic rug
and a basket full of lovely picnic food. All his favourite things! Billy felt
happy and excited. Life was good!
Then he got out of bed and came down the
stairs to breakfast with a big smile on his face. Thinking about his secret
best thing had worked. He would do this secret exercise every day!
"Well" said Father looking up
from his plate of eggs and toast, "Someone got out of bed on the right
side this morning!" And he wondered why Mother and Billy laughed so
heartily at his ordinary remark.
The End
You too can do this special secret exercise
each morning when you wake up. Then like Billy, you will start the day in a
happy mood and have wonderful adventures!
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AMY AND THE ANGEL
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JACK AND THE MAGIC DOG
Jack loved dogs. All kinds of dogs. Big dogs like labradors
and beagles and small dogs like terriers and corgies. He patted Mrs Smith's
Chihuahua, Tiny, when he saw her sitting on her mistress's lap on a bench in
the park, with her bright red collar and woolly red and green hat. And he saved
biscuit pieces for Mr. Ramoza's bull dog, Max, for when he and his mother met
him in the street. Jack just loved dogs!
When it was his birthday, his mother asked
him with a big smile, "What would you like as a present, Jack?"
And Jack answered
quickly, "A dog, please, Mummy!"
When it was Christmas, his mother asked him
with a big smile, "What would you like as a present, Jack?"
And Jack again answered quickly, "A
dog, please Mummy!"
But his mother looked at Jack sadly. They
lived in a fourth floor apartment, and it was just not big enough or suitable,
for an active dog or a playful puppy.
"I'm sorry Jack." his mother said
with a kind smile, "One day we will move from the town into the country
and we will buy a little house with lots of lawn around it and you can have
your dog! But, it is just too dangerous for a dog, here. What if it fell from
the balcony onto the concrete below! That would be terrible. No I'm sorry, you will have to wait for your dog, Jack. But what
about a new toy car, a computer game or a building set?"
Jack just nodded sadly and sighed. He knew
that his mother was right. The apartment was no place for an active, squirming
puppy or a smart, jumpy dog, but still, how he wished that he could have his
own, special dog!
For his seventh birthday, Jack got lots of
presents from his mother and aunts, friends and grandmother. Books and toys and
new clothes and sweets, were all admired and the giver was thanked and hugged
for their special gift. Secretly, Jack had hoped that somehow, he would
get his special dog, but there was not a waggling tail in sight.
His Aunt Bridget had sent him ten dollars,
as a special gift, all the way from over the seas and a big card with a giant
number 7 on it.
"Where would you like to spend your
money gift, Jack?" asked his mother. "Would you like to go to the toy
store?"
But Jack, shook his head, he was a little
bit tired of the toy store.
"How about the Saturday market?"
suggested mother with a smile, her brown eyes glowing.
"You liked it, when we went there, just before Christmas!"
Jack nodded eagerly, yes, the market with it's busy, crowded stalls would be a good place to spend his
birthday money. Perhaps, he would buy a book about dogs!
On Saturday, Jack and his mother walked to
the busy market and wandered slowly among the crowded, colourful stalls. It
seemed to Jack, that people were selling everything imaginable. Gnarled country
men were selling giant pumpkins and huge cabbages. Women were selling used
clothes and old toys that their children had outgrown. One round, small man was
selling toy whistles that he blew out into long thin streams of colour and
puppets of comical camels on little strings. Jack watched him for some time.
Should he spend his birthday money on a bright whistle and a cardboard camel
puppet?
His mother advised him to look at all the
colourful, crowded stalls first and then decide.
"Who knows what special treasure, we
may find!" she said with an amused smile.
Jack spent some time inspecting all the sweets
on a homemade food stall. There were bright green jellies in the shape of
lizards and red and white striped boiled candy balls, fluffy marshmallows and
sherbet cones, chocolate hearts and big, yellow all day suckers. His mouth
watered at the sight of them all!
One stall had several, cute, black and
white kittens for sale. They tumbled and gently cuffed one another. Jack looked
at them and sighed loudly. How nice it would be to have a pet!
At last they came to a stall full of old
things. Brass pots and pans, copper bowls and silver daggers and swords. Jack
would have liked to buy a long, silver sword, but mother said no, very
firmly. The man behind the counter was a tall, dark man dressed in flowing,
colourful, purple clothes. He winked at Jack.
"I have something very special for you. " he said with a mysterious smile and rummaged behind
the counter in a dusty box. He brought out a small, brass lamp, with a tiny
spout and handle and decorated with strange carvings along the side. Jack
looked closely at the carvings, they were all of dogs! Dogs jumping, running
and sleeping and some even with tiny wings, flying!
"What does it do?" asked Jack
with a puzzled look on his round freckled face.
"It is a special wishing lamp, very
old, very strange. " replied the dark man with a
sly whisper. "Perhaps all the wishes have been used up, who knows? But for
you, I will sell it for ten dollars!"
Jack smiled excitedly, he had exactly ten
dollars!
Mother examined the small lamp.
"Are you sure that it is what you
want, Jack? Wouldn't you prefer a new toy?"
But Jack shook his head. He wanted the
small brass lamp with the dog carvings, more than anything else at the market.
So he handed his special birthday money over to the mysterious seller and the
man wrapped it in a green, velvet cloth and carefully handed it over to him.
"Just say Azkabobbleminja, when you
want it to work!" He whispered to Jack with a knowing look.
"Azkabobbleminja!" repeated Jack
to himself. What an extraordinary word!
Jack and his mother stopped for chocolate
ice creams at the ice cream stall and licked them all the way home, as they
walked to their small apartment. Jack couldn't wait to get home and try out his
new magic lamp.
Why don't we give your new present, a good
clean?" said mother, when they were in their small apartment. She brought
out some brass polish and some old rags and showed Jack how to spread the white
mixture over the lamp, leave it several minutes and
then rub hard to brighten it up. Jack rubbed and rubbed, until soon the lamp
was shining brightly.
"It will make a nice ornament in your
room." said mother with a smile. She did not know that the lamp was
magical! But Jack did!
While mother made a nice pizza and salad
for lunch, Jack sat on his bed and rubbed the magic lamp. Even though he would
have loved to have bought a puppy with his birthday money, a magic lamp was
almost as exciting!
"
Azkabobbleminja!" he said loudly and rubbed the lamp
harder. Jack frowned, nothing happened, what if he had got the words wrong!
Suddenly a small stream of grey and orange smoke
began to pour out of the tiny spout of the small, brass lamp. The curling smoke
began to form a streaky shape in front of Jack. It was a small, grey dog with
long wavy hair, bright black eyes and a madly waving tail! A magic genie dog!
Jack was so amazed, he almost dropped the brass lamp.
"What is your one wish, master?"
asked the dog in a barky voice.
"Do I only have one wish not three,
like in the stories in my Arabian Nights book?" asked Jack.
"This is only a very small lamp,"
replied the genie dog with a bark, "Only one wish granted, master!"
"My name is Jack, not master."
said Jack with a big smile, "What is your name?"
"My name is Azkabobbleminja, of
course, you called it, Jack! That's why I had to come. But if you like, you can
call me Minja, for short! Now what is it, you wish?"
The genie dog was exploring Jack's room as
he spoke, sniffing here and sniffing there. He thought it was a nice room with
some interesting smells.
"I would really have liked to have a
real dog," said Jack with a sigh, "but since I can't, I would like
you to be my own special magic dog and come and play with me and keep me
company, when I call you. We can be good friends and play together and go for
walks. Can I have that wish?"
The genie dog sat and scratched himself for
several minutes. To tell the truth, he was rather tired of living in the small,
brass lamp and only coming out when a new master or mistress called on him, to
give them one special wish. Usually they asked for gold or fame or power, not
for him to be a friend to them! He liked Jack and understood that he could not
have a real dog in his apartment, but a magic one that lived in a brass lamp
would suit him fine.
"Sounds good to me!" said Minja
with a little excited bark. "Lets begin now! Have
you got a ball to throw! Let's play!" And he pranced around the room
chasing his own tail!
So that is how Jack came to get his own
very special genie dog, Minja, on his seventh birthday. They had many, many
exciting adventures together, but of course that is another story …..
The End
Jenn sent this poem in for us all to enjoy, thanks Jenn!
The Fairy And
The Boy
She sits on a flower watching over
the garden
When a familiar voice says I beg
your pardon
May I sit on this log beside you, if
I can
She says go ahead and sit young man
But stay quiet and still
The boy says he will
The boy stares at the fairy feeling
blessed
Mentally she says I know your life
is a mess
We watch you as you nurture the
flowers and trees
Your dedication to the earth makes us
very pleased
You respect our homes
Gratefulness will be shown
The fairy sits upon the boy's
shoulder and smiles
She says you're extremely wise for a
man child
By the way my name is Blue Bell,
what is yours?
The boy replies it's
Paul and I am only four
Grown-ups never listen
Don't know what they're missing
Blue Bell nods, understanding how
the boy feels
He's a Rainbow Child with the
ability to heal
Has the gift of seeing and
communicating with spirits
Then she says the elves are playing
music, do you hear it?
Paul says yes I do
I hear it, too
Blue Bell explains about the
celebration of Spring
The year of growing, nurturing, and
new beginnings
She points to a robin's nest in the
tree nearby
She says new life has begun soon
they'll began to fly
Like them so will you
Keep doing what you do
Paul giggles as a butterfly sits on
his hand
Blue Bell smiles and says you're the
future of man
Let no-one discourage you to open up
your wings
Don't look back as you chase your
dreams
You are a courageous soul
You are a cherished soul
The butterfly nods and gives Paul a
smile
Says I'll travel with you every mile
All of us will, so don't you worry
There's lot's of time so don't you
hurry
There are a lot of kids like you
Who help us like you do
The butterfly flies away, looks back
and winks
Paul and Blue Bell wave then Paul
starts to think
Blue Bell asks beloved child what's
on your mind?
Paul says I am so blessed to be
among your kind
Fairies don't trust the human folk
But you welcomed me to your oak
Blue Bell flaps her wings and flies
over to her oak tree
She says anyone who respects us will
be welcomed indeed
Humans who respect Mother Earth have
our trust and respect
Humans who respect all creatures
from animals to insects
They are our friends
Our love we extend
Paul sighs so eager to grow up and
be his own
He wants to fly and explore the
unknown
Blue Bell smiles, listening to
Paul's desires
She reminds him that his uniqueness
will inspire
Grown-ups to loosen up and play
And to cherish every passing day
After all, life's too short with all
work and no silly fun!
There's more to earth-life than
worrying if the chores are done
Grown-ups need to stop and smell the
flowers
Spend time in nature even for just
one hour
Adults would be more relaxed
And enjoy life to the max!
Paul agrees and promises to do his
best
At the tender age of four he's
starting his first quest
Teaching adults that it's okay to
have a good time
There's nothing wrong with getting a
little behind
Responsibilities can wait
A healthy soul needs a balanced
mind-state
Blue Bell blows Paul a kiss and
flies away
Leaving the boy with a smile on his
face
The end
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THE MIRACLE FRUIT
Vera loved to visit her grandmother. Grandmother lived
in a little cottage with a tiny living room, one bedroom and a small, warm and
friendly-feeling kitchen. There always seemed to be a fire blazing in the
living room fireplace and the sweet smell of burning apple wood greeted Vera's
sharp, little nose, every time she entered the cozy room.
Cleo, grandmother's black cat with wide green eyes,
was often asleep on a plump armchair. She would open her emerald eyes slowly
and yawn widely at Vera. Cleo would then let Vera pat her soft furred head and
tickle her tummy, then she would yawn again, curl up
in a black ball and fall fast asleep again! Grandmother told her once, that
cats slept for twenty-two hours a day and Cleo was no exception.
Grandmother was a round, plump woman with grey curly
hair, rosy cheeks and a ready smile. She loved to cook tasty meals and sweet
snacks in the big white oven, in the little blue and white kitchen. Outside
grandmother had a large garden with fruit trees, such as apple and peaches and
pears. She also had a neat garden patch where she grew bright, red
strawberries, large potatoes and sweet green lettuces.
Today Vera's grandmother greeted her knock at the red
painted front door, with a wide smile of welcome. She gave Vera a big hug and
took her through to the little stone patio behind her cozy kitchen.
"I have something special to show you today,
Vera!" Grandmother said with a secret smile.
She pointed to a large, brown pot with a tall-growing
green, leafy plant in it. Hanging from the plant's thin
branches were a number of small, bright, red, egg-shaped balls.
"What kind of plant is this, Grandmother?" asked
Vera with an interested look. The red fruits looked very strange.
"It is a miracle fruit!" laughed Grandmother
and her brown eyes sparkled.
"What is a miracle?" asked Vera with a
puzzled frown.
"A miracle is a very special happening,
that you can't quite explain!" said Grandmother. "Shall we
pick a piece of fruit and then you will soon see what I mean?"
Vera nodded her head eagerly and Grandmother bent
forward and cut a piece of fruit from the green plant with her tiny, gold
scissors that she always kept in her apron pocket. She placed the red fruit in
Vera's small hand and led her into the blue and white kitchen. Vera put the red
fruit on the scrubbed, wooden kitchen table and Grandmother sliced it into two
pieces with a silver knife.
"Now, take a bite from it and let it stay in your
mouth for a minute or two." said grandmother with a knowing look.
Vera bit into the sweet red fruit. It tasted very
nice, rather like a sugary tomato.
"It's very good," said Vera with a little
smile, "but where is the miracle part?"
Grandmother just winked at her and took an onion, a
lemon and some olives from the small, white cupboard where she kept her
groceries. She sliced a small segment of the lemon, then a sliver of onion and
counted out two ripe green olives.
"Now, take a big bite of each of these, Vera. " Grandmother said with a twinkle in her eyes.
Vera looked alarmed. "No thank you, Grandmother.
I don't like sour lemons, bitter onions and I hate the taste of olives!"
"But that is where the miracle comes in!"
said Grandmother with a little laugh. "Just trust me and take a little
bite!"
So Vera placed the yellow, lemon segment into her
mouth and got her face already, to screw up at the sour taste. But what a
surprise she got! The lemon tasted sweet, like a lemon drop! Then she tasted
the onion ring and found the same pleasant surprise - the onion tasted sweet
also! Vera had never liked olives, as they tasted very nasty to her, but she
popped one into her mouth and it tasted nice and sweet as well!
"They all taste sweet, not nasty at all!"
exclaimed Vera with a surprised look on her little face. "Is that the
miracle?"
"Yes," laughed her jolly grandmother.
"The miracle fruit makes everything taste sweet for an hour or two. Isn't that astonishing!"
Vera's grandmother told her that the strange fruit
came from Western Africa and she had successfully grown it from a little green
shoot, in her large, brown pot. Vera was fascinated by the peculiar plant.
"I will pot a large shoot for you and you can
soon have your own miracle plant." Grandmother said with a smile.
Several weeks later, Vera had a very sore throat and
had to spend several days in bed. Grandmother came to visit her, carrying a
small miracle plant in a tiny, brown pot. She placed it on Vera's windowsill in
her bedroom.
"It will catch the sunlight, here!" she said
with a little smile.
She kissed Vera and asked her how she felt. Vera told
her that her throat was very sore from coughing and that the doctor had left
her a big bottle of green medicine to sip, three times a day, to help her get
better.
"But it tastes terrible!" sighed Vera.
"Not anymore!" said Grandmother with a wink.
"Have a taste of your own small miracle fruit and it will taste much
better!"
And she cut a small, red fruit from the green plant in
the little, brown pot. Vera took a bite of the red fruit and suddenly her mouth
felt all sweet and sugary. Then she sipped the nasty, green cough medicine and
it tasted very nice indeed!
"It is truly a miracle!" she said with a
contented smile!
Why don't you try some miracle fruit.
Its special plant name is synsepalum dulcificum and it really does make
everything taste sweet!
The End
KELLY
AND THE FAIRY
Kelly sat in her garden digging up the rich brown soil.
Kelly's mother had said that she could have her own special patch of garden,
down by the old gum trees. Here, Kelly could grow any flowers or vegetables
that she liked.
Kelly's father had even made
her a little sign, in blue and white, that read, "Kelly's Garden".
So far, she had put in three kinds of seeds -
daffodils, lavender and poppies. She thought that they would look very pretty
when they grew up and bloomed in Spring. She had a
little, green watering can to wet the earth and a bright, red trowel to turn
the soil over. It was a lovely Autumn day, bright and
sunny and a flock of noisy magpies were twittering in the old grey gum trees.
Suddenly, she felt something fluttering near her left
ear. At first, she thought it must be a fly or a small insect, but when she
looked closer, she saw to her amazement, that it was a tiny fairy! The tiny
fairy dressed in pink with lovely gauzy wings, landed on a flower bush nearby
and looked up at Kelly.
"What are you doing, human girl?" she asked
in a tiny, tinkling voice.
"I'm digging in my garden," explained Kelly.
"And my name's Kelly! Are you a real fairy?"
"Of course, I am." The bell -like voice of
the tiny creature tinkled. "Haven't you seen a nature fairy before? My
name is Twinkle."
"Where do you live?" asked Kelly with wide
blue eyes.
"I live in the old gum trees." Replied Twinkle, shaking the morning dew from her shimmering wings.
"I know that you live in the human's house, at the front of the
garden." Said Twinkle with a knowing smile. "I looked through the
windows one moonlit night and saw you fast a sleep in your bed!"
"Where do you sleep?" asked Kelly.
"I sleep in an empty gum nut, covered with a
dandelion quilt." Twinkled said, as her green eyes
sparkled.
Kelly and Twinkle giggled at the thought that their
beds were so different!
"Are there many fairies around here?" asked
Kelly, peering into the bushes.
"No, there are not many of us left, in your town.
As humans build their houses and cities, we move further and further into the
bushland. We do not like concrete and steel. And do you know,
that not all boys and girls believe in us any more! How can they see us, if
they don't even think we exist!" cried Twinkle sadly.
"I believe in you!" said Kelly with a smile.
" Do you like my garden?"
"Yes, it is lovely, especially the old grove of
gum trees." Twinkled fluttered her wings. "Part of a fairy's duty is
to help things grow, you know. So, if you like, I will come and help your
little garden grow and encourage the poppies and daffodils to come up in Spring and the lavender bush to bloom through Summer."
"Thank you," said Kelly politely. "Will
I see you again, soon?"
"Perhaps," said Twinkle mysteriously. "if you are very quiet and tell no one about me, then maybe,
I will visit you, sometimes. Fairies don't like loud noises and lots of silly
people!"
And with that, she flew quickly away with a flash of
silvery wings.
In the spring, Kelly's flowers grew tall and strong. Lovely
scarlet poppies with long green stems and golden daffodils, swayed in the warm
breeze. The lavender bush thrived with purple flowers and dark, green leaves.
It had a wonderful fragrant smell. Kelly knew that Twinkle had helped to make
the flowers grow so well.
To thank her for her help, one day, she placed a small
thimble of golden honey on a nearby toadstool. When she came back next day, the
honey was gone and beside the empty thimble lay a
tiny, silvery ring made of morning dew. Kelly slipped the silvery ring onto her
little finger. She knew then, that even if she couldn't always see Twinkle,
they would always be friends and together, they would help the garden to bloom.
The End
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Silly Joke - Question:
Where do fairies take their babies to be weighed?
Answer: To the Baby Elf Centre! HaHa!
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Kids, do you know how to meditate? It's fun!
You might like to ask Mum or Dad to read this to you and you follow the actions .....
TREE MEDITATION
Just close your
eyes and sit quietly...
Imagine that you are in a beautiful, leafy
forest of tall trees. You wonder what it would be like to be a tree...
You feel magic all around you and you feel
yourself becoming a tree! Your body turns into the trunk of a mighty tree. It
is covered with brown, woody bark....
Your arms turn into long, brown branches
and your fingers into green, shiny leaves...
Your head and neck soar high into the air
and become a canopy of green leaves and branches...
Your feet and toes turn into long roots
which go into the ground below you ....
It is strange to be a tree. You can't run
around, but you can move your branches, a little...
It is very peaceful being a tree....It
begins to rain and you feel the little droplets of water land on your leaves
and branches....
It is cool and refreshing...A small bird
flies around you and then lands with scrabbley feet on one of your branches. It
begins to walk around.. It tickles you ... The bird
begins to sing a wonderful birdsong and another small white bird flies down and
joins it.. They walk up and own your branches....Now
the sun comes out from behind the rain clouds and begins to soak up all the
raindrops...You begin to feel warm and steamy....
Now it is time to come back to being a
human child.... The birds fly away ... your tree trunk turns back into your
normal body. Your hands and arms are no longer branches and your feet are no
longer roots....Your head and neck are no longer a leafy canopy ... You are
back to being you!
How did you like being a tree?
Perhaps you can think of other things you would like to become in meditation?
Such as animals, the wind, a snow man, balloons and many more ... Keep
practising!
Love and Light
Bobby
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