The Rainbow Fairies

The Rainbow Fairies
by Isabella Fyfe (age 8)

There was a little girl named Izzy. She was ten years old and had black hair and sparkling green eyes. She believed in fairies. Everyone told her they weren’t real. Her best friend Sally thought she was silly to believe in them. Her brother Zack thought she was stupid to believe in them, and her parents just shook their heads when she talked about fairies. But Izzy knew they were real.

The problem with believing in fairies is that fairies try very hard not to let anyone see them. They wanted people to think they didn’t exist.

Because Izzy believed with all her heart that fairies were real, one day, she was able to see them. She was walking home from school. It had rained earlier but the sun was out as she walked, and there was a beautiful rainbow in the sky. When Izzy looked closer at the rainbow, she saw the fairies.

There were hundreds of them! They all had different coloured paint brushes. They were flitting about in the air, painting the colours in the rainbow. Izzy smiled to herself. No one would ever believe how rainbows really got their colours if she told them about this.

The fairies were scared that she could see them, fearing that the secret about them being real would be revealed to others, but  Izzy assured them that she wouldn’t tell anyone she had actually seen them. No one ever believed her when she told them fairies were real anyway.

Izzy had always known the truth about fairies. And now she had seen them with her own eyes too! She continued her walk home with a big smile on her face.


 

The Cloud Fairies

Originally written on February 25th, 2011

by Isabella, 5 years old

There once was a little girl named Flowa. Flowa had long blonde hair and blue eyes. She had a lovely smile. One day she was taking a walk and looking at pretty flowers. She heard a sound like the flutter of a bird’s wing and looked up. She saw lots and lots of clouds that were shaped like lots of different dogs. Flowa loved dogs, especially dalmations, so she thought the clouds were really great.

She was watching as the clouds started to drift and change into different shapes when she noticed a tiny little wand sticking out from behind one of the clouds. She knew it must belong to a fairy, but how could she get the fairy to come and talk to her?

Flowa had an idea. She ran home quickly and painted a large sign on some cardboard that said “I love fairies,” and then she went back outside. She held the sign up so that the little fairy (who she assumed owned the wand) could see it.

The little fairy saw her sign and flew down to talk to her. The fairy’s wings looked like clouds and she wore a sparkly blue dress that was the color of the sky. Her hair was long and golden pink like the sunset. The fairy told her that she was a Cloud Fairy and it was her job to shape the clouds into shapes that people would recognize. That was why people so often saw shapes of different things when they looked up at the clouds. She told Flowa that there were lots of Cloud Fairies.

Flowa and the little Cloud Fairy talked for a while and then the Cloud Fairy had to get back to her work of shaping the clouds, so Flowa went home. Flowa liked the little Cloud Fairy and always remembered her whenever she noticed a shape in the clouds.



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The Tangle Fairies

by Isabella, 3 years old

A little girl named Bella had long blonde hair, and her mommy brushed her hair every night before bed. Bella still woke up every morning with lots of tangles in her hair. It hurt to have the tangles brushed out. Bella decided to find out why her hair would get so tangled every night.

She went to bed that night but only pretended to be sleeping. Soon, she felt something tugging on her hair, so she grabbed her hand to that part of her hair. She felt something in her hand and then heard something say, “Ouch!” She looked at what she had grabbed. A tiny fairy sat in her hand. The little fairy had blue wings, was sparkly and had messy hair.

“Why are you tangling up my hair every night?” she asked the tiny fairy.

The fairy said, “Because I’m a Tangle Fairy!”

Bella could see that the Tangle Fairy was a very naughty fairy. Bella put the Tangle Fairy in her purse so that it couldn’t tangle her hair anymore. But the next morning, her hair was tangled again. Again, she set a trap. Again, she caught a Tangle Fairy. Soon, she had lots of Tangle Fairies in her purse.

She felt bad for the Tangle Fairies being trapped in her purse, so she let them all go and her mommy kept having to brush the tangles out of her hair every morning.