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In the fields,
where the green grass and the pretty flowers grew, there lived the
little Grass Princess. Her house is so small that it is hidden by
the blades of grass which grow up around it like tall trees. When
the sun rises and the birds sing, little Princess wakes up and
springs joyfully from her bed. She goes to the dew-drop and says, "I
want to wash." And the little buttercup, which holds the dewdrop,
speaks quickly, and says, "I will be your bowl." When she had
washed, a little blade of grass offered to be her towel. Then she
ran down to the brook, and heard it murmuring, "Use me for your
looking-glass." After combing her beautiful golden hair, and
dressing herself nicely, she wished to visit the flowers in the
garden, when a little yellow butterfly flutters toward her and
invited her to climb on his back. "Would you like a ride? I will be
your horse." The butterfly flies from flower to flower, until at
last the little Princess is tired and hungry, and asks to be taken
home. The sun is very warm, and as Grass Princess passes the
honeysuckle, a little leaf calls to her, "Pick me, and take me for
your parasol." Away they go to her house, where she finds a nice
little table, with an acorn full of honey on it for her supper. The
bees have been busy during her absence, and after eating the honey
she lies, down to rest, while the birds sing her to sleep. She
thinks how lovely everything is, and how good everybody is, so she
thanks God for all the beautiful things, and asks him to make her
good also.
Grass Princess
A Fictional Short Story by
Agnes Taylor Ketchum & Ida M. Jorgensen
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