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.
A Fictional Short Story by
Agnes Taylor Ketchum & Ida M. Jorgensen