Once there was magic garden fullof fairies, sprites and pixies who were busy at work, flitting from flower to flower. Suddenly, the peace in the garden was shattered by voices coming from
behind a large gray rock.
“Elder Elf, I know it’s never beendone this way before, but it works,” saida young fairy. She looked up into the stern face of an older elf as her pink flower dress fluttered in the breeze.
“Look here, Trina, just do things the way we’ve always done them. You know that we don’t water the plants that way,” he said as his glasses slipped further down his nose.
“But when the other fairies put in an order for rain,” said the fairy, “sometimes the clouds
are too far away. It often takes days for the rain to reach the plants. Many of them turn
brown and die!! The Dew Drop Fairy likes helping us!”
“But when the other fairies put in an order for rain,” said the fairy, “sometimes the clouds
are too far away. It often takes days for the rain to reach the plants. Many of them turn
brown and die!! The Dew Drop Fairy likes helping us!”
“I don’t want to hear any more!” interrupted Elder Elf. “Trina, you’re being foolish. I expect you to follow the rules! ” Trina could see by his face that he was annoyed, but she gathered her courage to say one last thing.
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