A nice, peaceful, children’s story I wrote. By the way if any artist wants to illustrate this please let me know.
The Fairy’s House by Todd Matthy
There once was a man named Bernie, who was a strong and hardy construction worker. He would get up at 6 am in the morning, and with his yellow hardhat and aluminum lunch pail, whistling, he would leave for work. All day he laid foundations and hammered beams.
One summer day, while on his lunch break, Bernie stepped on a dandelion. At first he thought nothing of it, but later, Bernie realized he made a huge mistake–for this was no ordinary dandelion.
“Hey you!” a voice called to Bernie. He searched for the source but found none. Bernie figured it was his imagination. Then he heard it again. “Down here!” it yelled. When Bernie looked on the ground, he saw a small fairy. He rubbed his eyes to make sure they weren’t playing tricks on him; not until the fairy fluttered to eye level did he know she was for real.
“Do you know what you did?” she asked.
“No,” Bernie answered, stunned by her sight.
“That flower you stepped on, that was my home!”
“I’m so sorry, Ms. Fairy…”
“Sorry! You’re sorry! That was my home! Where will I go?”
“You can stay at my house for a little bit.” Bernie offered. “It’s the least I can do.”
“Your place! I want my privacy. I’ll tell you what: you have three days to find me a new home or I’ll wiggle my nose, stick out my tongue, and turn you into an aardvark!”
When Bernie went home that night he was worried. He didn’t want to be turned into an aardvark. Then, on his porch he found the perfect house, which he brought to the fairy.
“A metal mailbox!” she protested. “How am I supposed to see the sun? Or the moon? You have two more days and then I’ll turn you into an aardvark.”
Bernie panicked. He only had two more days to find a suitable home for a fairy. One where she could see the sun and the moon. He searched frantically until he found the perfect home. The next day he brought it to the fairy.
“An old boot!” she sharply scolded. “ Do you think I want to live in a place that smells of stinky feet? Sure, I can see the sun and the moon, but with that smell I’m not sure I want to go inside. Go find me a home where I can watch the sun, the moon, and the stars and I don’t have to smell your stinky feet or else…”
Bernie was desperate. He only had one more day to avoid being turned into an aardvark. But he couldn’t think of a home that a fairy would like. Then, when he arrived at his home, he found the answer in a patch right in front of in his garden. He rushed to the flower shop and purchased a bed of flowers. The next day he brought it to the fairy.
“It’s perfect!” the fairy cheered while flying around the bed. “I hardly know which flower to pick. Thank you.” She kissed him on the cheek.
“So are you still going to turn me into an aardvark?”
“Nope. But I do have one request…”
Bernie agreed to the fairy’s request: he planted the flowerbed in his yard right next to his house. Now the two would be friends. Forever and ever…so long as he didn’t step on any more dandelions.
Copyright ã 2008 Todd Matthy