Flying
When the sun came up, the smallest human visited St Denis.
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She tidied up the whole house…
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…and then she found a tiny baby fairy who had very wet wings so she couldn’t fly.
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Constance arrived in her magical flying bathtub…
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…and gave the fairy an umbrella so she wouldn’t get wet…
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…and helped her float up into the air and her wings stayed dry.
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Then the baby fairy could fly again…
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…and everybody drank tea for breakfast!
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Aw, how sweet, what a lovely story and how wonderful to have a little one to stay.
It was lovely – she has a fun time with the Hittys and I enjoy listening in!
A great story….and, it’s super great that the little one is being encouraged to “write” her stories at this age.
Sometimes all I do is listen, and sometimes she asks me to create a story with her – whichever it is, I do enjoy encouraging the storytelling!
Precious! Precious! Precious!
Your granddaughter just melts my heart. Her imagination is so sweet…and her story lines are positively endearing.
I am glad you enjoy the moments too – and you are so right, they are precious!
oh my the Little One is growing!! What a delightful story, damp fairies and Hitty to the rescue!!
I did not know before now that damp fairy wings prevented them from flying! I am so glad Constance had an umbrella handy!