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In Butterfly
Woods, a meadow surrounded by aspen, birch and ferns, lived a group of
fairies. Each fairy had a job to do in the woods. Amber's job was to take
care of the baby bumblebees. Jade's job was to take care of the baby birds
and make sure they didn't fall out of their nests. Clover's job was to
help the butterflies burst from their cocoons and make sure they flew away
safely. Pansy's job was to help the tadpoles until they turned into frogs
and Rose's job was to make sure every wild rose in the woods had soft,
velvety petals.
Her wings were the
color of a pretty pink rose and her hair golden, like the centers. Her
shoes were green, like the rosebush leaves and her eyes twinkled like the
sun. Every morning Rose flew around the meadow, checking each rose to make
sure its petals were soft and silky and smelled like perfume.
One morning she
woke up to find the wind howling through the woods. The aspen's leaves
quaked and quivered. The birch bent over and the ferns rattled up and
down. She watched Jade rush off to save the baby bird that were blown from
their nests. Amber fought with the wind, trying to help the baby
bumblebees that couldn't make it back to the beehive on their own. Clover
guarded the cocoons, hoping no butterflies chose this moment to burst from
their silky homes. Pansy stayed near the water, telling the tadpoles to
hide under the lily pads until the storm passed.
Rose flew from one
rose to another, horrified when the wind blew some petals off the roses.
She gathered them up and took them away, hiding them under the toadstool
until the storm had passed.
After a few hours,
the wind died down. The rain stopped and the scent of freshness filled the
woods. The puddled raindrops dripped onto the leaves, piled high on the
ground. The animals came out of hiding and sipped the water. A rainbow
stretched across the sky from one end to the other.
Rose shook her wet
wings off and went to check on the roses. After a rainfall, their scent
was always stronger. She stroked the petals and shook the raindrops from
them. When she was sure all the wild roses were out of danger, she flew
back to the toadstool. A furry mouse came out from beneath one of the
roots and ran over to Rose. She handed her the petal and the mouse
disappeared. Rose knew she was using them for beds for her baby mice.
Once again the
baby bumblebees took flight. The butterflies hatched from their cocoons.
The tadpoles swam around the pond and the baby birds tweeted in their
nests, anxious for their mama's to bring them a fat worm.
Rose smiled. All
was well in Butterfly Woods once again. |
