This is a children’s story called Sparkle Glen. It has three parts, which I will share with you over coming weeks. Perhaps you could save all three parts and share the story with your grandchildren or other children who visit you. Why not change the names to the names of the children listening to the story and their friends. When I first wrote this story for my youngest grandchildren I had used their names.
Sparkle Glen – Part 1
What a wonderful place to camp
The creek flowed through the bushland, tumbling over the rocks, wandering slowly through the fields and laying still and sparkling in lazy pools. It was late in the afternoon and the rays of the sun were casting shafts of gold into the creek.
The children were camping with their families in a field a short distance from the creek. They wanted to explore their new camping spot and raced across the grasslands. They stood on the bank and were spellbound by what they saw.
“Oh, isn’t it pretty,” exclaimed Elly.
“Look at all the flowers growing along the banks,” observed Katarina.
Mikey was peering into the water looking for tadpoles.
Leanne stood quietly and almost whispered, “I think that fairies might live here.”
Mikey was taken by the sparkling water of the creek and said, “We should call this place Sparkle Creek.”
The girls, who knew a lot more about fairies than Mikey , felt that the name wasn’t quite right. It should be called Sparkle Glen. And so it was.
A voice calling from the camp urged the children to leave the creek and come to tea. Off they ran, determined to be back early the next morning. The creek seemed to be left all alone, but it wasn’t.
There’s going to be a party!
The Summer breeze tickled the flowers and ferns and made them wriggle with pleasure. It also picked up the sound of tiny voices and wafted them along so all could hear.
“There’s going to be a party. There’s going to be a party.”
Every little being that lived along the creek was saying it over and over again. They were bubbling over with excitement.
The Summer breeze swept the dance-floor beside the pool. The spiders were in charge of the decorations and were busily festooning the area with streamers of silken thread. The cicada orchestra was tuning up and all secretly hoped that Henry Frog would be able to keep in tune. Henry was very handsome, clad in green and decorated with pink spots, but he didn’t have an ear for music.
The catering, of course, was being done by the ants. They scurried along the banks of the creek seeking only the sweetest morsels for such a special occasion.
All the flowers were grooming their petals, each hoping that she would be voted, queen of the party.
They were all wondering if the fairies were gong to attend. The fairies were as usual keeping on eye on everyone who lived or played along the creek but no-one had seen them lately. They were very sad because someone had stolen their treasure. The fairies needed their treasure so that they would have gold or silver coins to exchange for the teeth that children left out for them. The few coins that they had left wouldn’t last very much longer.
The sun had told them that he would help them with their search to find a new treasure. He had said that all they had to do was to look for a bright light. But the fairies didn’t know where to look.
The Moon lit up the dance-floor and soon the party was underway. It was a wonderful evening. Betty Boronia was made Queen of the party and Henry Frog actually kept in tune. The little creatures that lived along the creek didn’t want the party to end but eventually they began to feel sleepy and went home to bed.