Post 1624. Wednesday October 25
Little Maisie heard sobbing from the weeping willow overhead. ‘Who’s there?’ she asked. ‘Why do you cry?’
A fairy child fluttered into Maisie's palm. She wiped the tears from its cheeks with the tip of her little finger. 'I’m lost’ it spluttered, ‘and it’s getting dark’
'Don’t cry’ said Maisie. ‘I know where you live’. She carried the little fairy to the secret grotto behind her Daddy’s shed.
The fairy godmother showered Maisie with twinkling fairy dust and promised that forever more there would be a fairy to watch over her.
So should you ever see Maisie glance over her shoulder and smile, you'll know that a fairy is following just behind.
Thanks to Rochelle for hosting and Roger Bultot for the photo.