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Skye flew
from flower to flower, her tiny wings fluttering up and down. “I love
daffodils. I love sweet peas and I love hyacinth and clover!”
Skye's
job was to tend to the garden and make sure all the flowers were happy. On
rainy days that was hard to do. Since she was so tiny, the breeze blew her
into the daffodil trumpets. Sometimes a bee would be inside gathering
pollen, or perhaps a butterfly collected nectar and didn't appreciate Skye
getting in the way. When raindrops splattered on her head, it hurt. She
usually had to hide under a toadstool until the storm passed.
She
always wore a pale blue dress that matched her gossamer wings. Tiny blue
slippers fit on her pudgy feet and her hair sparkled with tiny bits of
fairy dust.
One day
while Skye was sipping morning dew drops from a pale pink rosebud, a
terrible wind arose. It blew so hard that it ripped Skye's shoes and dress
off and all the tiny sparkles washed away in the rain.
Skye went
flying through the rose bush and landed on one of the sweet pea vines. She
grabbed hold of it and held on for life. Her legs flew up and her wings
flapped so fast that she thought they might tear. When the storm ended she
let go of the vine and fell to the ground, landing next to a huge
toadstool.
All the
butterflies, bumblebees and mice gathered around her. “Look at Skye. The
wind blew her clothes off!”
A
hummingbird flew by and saw the fairy. She knew that Skye devoted her life
to taking care of the flowers that the bird sipped from. It used its long
beak and plucked two feathers from its wings. She let them flutter down to
Skye.
Skye
smiled at the hummingbird and waved thank you and then used the colorful
feathers to make a new dress. She slipped an acorn cap on each of her feet
as shoes. Whenever Skye flew around the garden, nobody could tell if it
was her or the hummingbird. |
