Perhaps by next spring things may be better; but of this you may be
quite sure, no amount of cuckoos will ever persuade the flowers in
that nook to be anything but what nature intended them to be--sweet
little daffodils.
The Fairy Fluffikins
The Fairy Fluffikins lived in a warm woolly nest in a hole down an
old oak tree. She was the sweetest, funniest little fairy you ever
saw. She wore a little, soft, fluffy brown dress, and on her head
a little red woolly cap; she had soft red hair and the brightest,
naughtiest, merriest, sharpest brown eyes imaginable.
What a life she led the animals! Fairy Fluffikins was a sad tease;
she would creep into the nests where the fat baby dormice were
asleep in bed while Mamma dormouse nodded over her knitting and
Papa smoked his little acorn pipe; and she would tickle the babies
till they screamed with laughter and nearly rolled out of bed, and
Mamma scolded, and Papa said in a gruff voice--"What a plague you
are, you little dors; go to sleep this minute or I will fetch my
big stick."
And then the babies would shake, for they were afraid of the big
stick; and naughty Fairy Fluffikins would dance off to find some
fresh piece of mischief.
One night she had fine fun. She found a little dead mouse in a
field; and at first she was sorry for the mouse, and thought she
would bury it and plant a daisy on its grave; but then an idea
struck her. She hunted about till she found a piece of long,
strong grass, and then she took the little mouse, tied the piece of
grass round its tail, and ran away with it to the big tree where
the Ancient Owl lived.
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