Bluebell, the fairy, sat on the
branch of a willow tree. Its long, leafy limbs reached to the ground as if
it was trying to push itself up. Sitting on the branch next to her was a
birdís nest. Lying inside, on top of bits of twigs, string, and leaves,
was a bluebird. His feathers were a little darker than Bluebellís dress
and wings. He had a bright yellow beak that twinkled when the sun shone on
it. Bluebell sighed, "Iím much too bored, Bluebird. Take me for a flight
around Periwinkle Glen, so I may see all the glorious flowers."
Bluebird whistled a pretty tune as
the fairy climbed on his back. He flew out of the nest, through the leaves
and branches of the willow tree, into the clear blue sky. "Wheee," shouted
the fairy. Her pale blue wings were fluttering back and forth as the wind
blew against them. "I can see the whole glen from here," she laughed.
Bluebird tipped to the side and then back over to the other side. He flew
straight up into the air and then flew back down towards the ground. "Wheee,"
Bluebell cheered. They were having so much fun flying around the glen that
Bluebird wasnít paying as much attention as he should and the next time he
tipped to the side, he bumped right into an old oak tree, knocking
Bluebell to the ground. She landed with a thud on one of the oak treeís
roots. The bird circled around in the air and flew back, trying to find
the fairy. He looked, but couldnít see her anywhere.
Bluebell stood up and brushed the
dirt off her dress and wings. Her long, reddish-brown hair was filled with
broken twigs, and bits of leaves and bark. She picked them out and tossed
them to the ground. "Where am I?" she wondered, looking around. Sheíd
never been to this part of Periwinkle Glen before. "Whereís Bluebird?" She
looked up into the tree and then around in the tall grass, but she
couldnít see him. "Itís very pretty here," she thought, and started
walking about. "Look at the violets and buttercup." She stuck her nose
into them and took a deep breath, covering it with bright orange pollen.
Just then she heard the sound of
wings fluttering. It was Bluebird. "Come and smell the flowers," she
called to her friend, who chirped and whistled. He landed next to her and
stuck his beak into a few of the flowers. Bluebell started to laugh. "Look
at your beak. Itís covered with orange pollen too."
As Bluebell wiped the pollen off
with a violet petal, Bluebird spotted something wiggling in the grass a
few feet away. His eyes lit up and he tiptoed silently towards it. There
sat a plump, juicy worm. Bluebird grabbed it in his beak and gobbled it
down. When he finished, he rubbed his tummy and hopped back over to
Bluebell. She was standing very still and in the palm of her hand was a
ladybug with big black spot. "Look, Bluebird. Itís a ladybug." She reached
over and rubbed its soft head. Its long antenna tickled her face and she
started to laugh. When the ladybug saw Bluebird, it opened its red wings
and flew off, afraid it might be eaten.
The fairy climbed onto Bluebirdís
back. "Take me back to the willow tree," she said. Bluebird flew into the
sky. "Wheee," shouted Bluebell. She held on tightly to Bluebirdís feathers
and looked down at Periwinkle Glen. "I see bright red tulips, and
daffodils that are the color of honey. I can see yellow roses with pink
centers and lots of big bumblebees. Oh, Bluebird, look at the mushrooms
with umbrella caps and snails with shells," she called out.
Bluebird landed on the branch near
his nest. The fairy climbed off and sat down on the branch. "We live in a
lovely glen, donít we?" she asked and Bluebird whistled a pretty little