ARANDA THE FAIRY
‘Boo hoo! What am I going to do?’ the pretty little fairy sobbed as she wiped away a tiny tear from her wispy lashes.
The distraught Fairy Aranda was standing in front of Fairy Be Happy, the old fairy who looked after all the fairies in the land. She was now quite concerned about her.
‘Aranda, my love, you will have to create a flower for yourself. The other fairies have worked hard and produced beautiful bouquets of exquisite blooms. You must do the same,’ said Fairy Be Happy, tenderly.
‘But that’s just it! They’ve taken all the flowers and now there’s nothing left for me. It’s not fair!’ she cried, tightly clutching her magic wand in annoyance.
Grumbling, she rattled on about how Fairy Cerise had painted flowers red and called them ‘Roses.’ And how Fairy Tawny had created the yellow ‘Buttercups’ and ‘Daffodils.’ She spoke about Fairy Aquamarine and her ‘Bluebells’ and ‘Forget-me-nots.’ The list was endless, as were her complaints.
‘Aranda dearest,’ said Fairy Be Happy, finally, ‘You must go out and search for that elusive flower. Look about you. Be creative – a new flower, a plant, which will only be yours, so let your imagination fly!’ and she hugged the little fairy to coax her on her way.
Although a wee bit upset, Aranda bade goodbye and immediately set to work. She leapfrogged over tufts of grass and hopped over tiny pebbles to get to the woods. She was determined to succeed in her quest.
‘Hello! Where are you going to in such a hurry?’ she spun around quickly, and saw her good friend Jack, the little elf, sitting on a toadstool.
‘I’m on my way to create something new, Jack, something unique,’ she answered, and then told him all about her talk with Fairy Be Happy.
‘Hmm, this requires some serious thinking,’ Jack mused, and put on his teeny weenie cap. It was his lucky cap, it made him think better.
They both sat there, pondering and wondering. Time ticked by. The cool breeze whispered softly. The sunlight twinkled through the boughs and branches of the trees. A leaf fluttered down and gently landed beside them. Aranda watched as her friend brushed it away.
Ah! An idea suddenly struck her like a bolt of lightning. Excitement filled her eyes, her cheeks pink with glee.
‘I have a brilliant idea!’ she burst out. ‘But I need your help, Jack.’
With a nod of his head the little elf rolled up his sleeves, ready to begin the job.
Aranda looked up at the tree, and as she waved her wand, she muttered some magic words. Whoosh! All at once some flowers appeared….trumpet-shaped and purple in colour, they were absolutely magnificent!
‘There you are!’ she proudly exclaimed, picking up a blossom. ‘Now let’s make clusters of these flowers and put them up in the tree. Won’t they look lovely?’
Equally thrilled, Jack agreed and set to work. As he helped his little friend he remembered that he had some magical dust. ‘I’ll sprinkle some of my special magical dust so that they smell nice,’ he said, and, yes, the sweet scent added to their splendour.
The delighted duo flew up and down, busy working till the whole tree was finally polka-dotted with bunches of fragrant, purple flowers. They sat back to admire their creation.
Smilingly, Aranda turned to her friend and said, ‘I know exactly what to call it. You helped me with this, Jack, so I’m naming it……Jacaranda!’
Jack was chuffed! Beaming with pride and happiness, they skipped along to tell Fairy Be Happy all about the new tree in the garden. And what a majestic tree indeed, the Jacaranda turned out to be!…and that, my friend, is pure magic…or, like when you wish upon a star…dreams really do come true – all it needs is a sprinkle of magical dust. Just ask Jack.
Maloquacious © 2012