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Daisy, the fairy, sat on top of a
toadstool watching the sunset. It was the end of a long day for her.
Beaver and Muskrat had asked her to help them pick flowers for a bouquet,
so she’d spent the whole day long picking tulips, honeysuckle, baby’s
breath, orchids and rosebuds. The bouquet had turned out lovely, but Daisy
thought there was something missing. Daisy thought the bouquet could use
some daisies, but she’d searched all of Periwinkle Glen and hadn’t seen
one. She couldn’t imagine why there weren’t any daisies in the meadow. All
meadows had daisies.
She sighed as the sun lowered below
the horizon. Crimson reds, tangerine oranges, brilliant pinks, violet
purples and deep blues filled the evening sky. "When I see the first star
tonight, I’m going to make a wish." She sat patiently, waiting for it to
appear. She looked at her dress. It was green on top and had white on the
bottom, like daisy petals. She fluffed her light brown hair and played
with the short curls. She adjusted the big daisy and folded her arms in
her lap. She waited and waited and waited. Finally, the sky went dark.
"There it is. There’s the star. Now I am going to make my wish. Star
light, star bright, first star I see tonight, I wish I may, I wish I
might, have this wish I wish tonight. I wish that all the flowers in the
meadow were daisies."
By now it was too dark to see
anything in the meadow except for shadows, so she just had to hope that
her wish would work. Daisy rolled onto her side and fell asleep on the
soft, spongy toadstool.
A bluebird chirping in the spruce
tree woke her up. "I wonder if my wish came true," she yawned. She stood
up and looked around. The meadow was filled with white flowers. "It did
come true. Now the meadow is full of daisies and I can see as many as I
like. I can make daisy chains and daisy necklaces and pick the petals or
smell them." She flew above the meadow, happy to see all the daisies.
As the day went by, some of the
other animals began to complain. "Where are the rosebuds?" Beaver asked.
"What happened to the poppies?"
Mouse asked.
"The meadow’s not very pretty today.
All I see is white. What happened to the pinks and yellows and oranges and
purples and reds and blues?" Chipmunk asked.
Daisy heard what they were saying.
She flew up to the top of the tallest pine tree and looked down on
Periwinkle Glen. "It does look rather boring. It is quite white. Maybe I
shouldn’t have wished that all the flowers were daisies. I miss the
rosebuds and violets too."
Daisy flew back to the toadstool.
She sat there all day thinking. Before she knew it, the crickets began to
chirp and the sun began to set. "I know what I have to do." As soon as the
first star appeared in the sky, Daisy said, "Star light, star bright,
first star I see tonight, I wish I may, I wish I might, have this wish I
wish tonight. I wish that all kinds and colors of flowers grew in the
meadow again, but leave a few of the daisies, please." She smiled, happy
with her wish and fell asleep under a blanket of stars.
When she heard the larks singing in
the morning, she jumped up to see what the meadow looked like. She saw
patches of red, pink, orange, yellow, blue and purple. "My wish came true.
The meadow has all the colors back. I hope there are some daisies still."
She flew to the top of the highest pine tree and looked down on Periwinkle
Glen. Off to the right, near the old oak tree, was a patch of daisies.
They were white with bright yellow centers. "Oh how wonderful," Daisy
said. She flew over to them picked one. As she walked through the grass,
she saw Squirrel sniffing the buttercups, Bear picking a jonquil and Otter
lying in a bed of bright yellow dandelions. "This is much better," she
laughed and spent the rest of the day enjoying all the different colors of
the meadow. |
