The fairy and the forest (story for children)

I just visited my grandmother and remembered my childhood. So I decided to try my hand at writing a story for children! here goes...



A long long time ago, there lived a fairy in the forests of Africa. She loved her forest. Everyday, the fairy hopped from flower to flower and poured honey into it. The flowers greeted her with a smile and the birds sang in her honor. Everyone loved the fairy!

One day the fairy saw a grass hopper happily playing around the grasslands. He was dancing hither and thither and singing a song!



“Work is so boring

Let’s do something thrilling

We sing the songs of freedom!!

Sing and dance!

Now is your chance!

Come on,

Take a vacation!!”



Listening to his song, the fairy began to think. “I have been working all my life.” She though. “My work is indeed boring.” So she decided that she would not work any longer. The next day, she threw her honey pots aside and went for a picnic!

She set out to roam around the jungle and enjoy!



She dived with the elephants in water

She ran a race with the deer

She ate fruits with the monkeys…

For many days, she only kept playing and did no work. After a long time, she became home-sick and decided to return home.


When she came back, she was shocked! To her dismay, the birds no longer sang in her honor! She was very angry with the birds. “Why, didn’t you sing in my honor?” She asked the birds

“We are sorry” the birds replied. “We sing when we are happy. We are happy when the beautiful flowers bloom. The flowers have stopped blooming so we have stopped singing!”



The fairy then went to the flowers. “Why have you stopped blooming?” she asked them.


“We are sorry” said the flowers. “We bloom for the honeybees who come to collect honey. The honeybees no longer come. So we no longer bloom.”



The fairy went to the honeybees and asked them why they had stopped going to the flowers. “We are sorry” the honeybees replied. “The fairy who pours honey in to the flowers has stopped doing her job so we have stopped visiting the flowers!”



“Oh no!” the fairy screamed it was all her fault. The creatures of the forest had become helpless because she had stopped working. She decided to be a good fairy and work again. And she sang while she worked.



“Work is not draggy

It makes everyone happy

Stop being lazy,

Let us get on!

Never skip your job

You will lose if you stop

Let us do

What needs to be done!!”


Comments

  1. charanMay 5, 2010 at 8:41 AM

    good one jay...now i feel ur heading towards a versatile writer...:)

    ReplyDelete
  2. AnonymousMay 5, 2010 at 11:17 PM

    awww....so cute!! :)

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