A Far Away Land         In a visit to a far away land, from the brisk swooshing through weeds and a journey through ponds.!. On a missle like freighter where the cargo is bound, from the cockpit where you hear every tulip-bell that’s rung.!. Sits a happy and patient but no friend of a patient, alligator named Don.!. He’s mighty and fierce and to few he strikes a terror of a pain no one could erase, until they’re struck by his mirror.!. Though often mistaken for a log when he poses, as no one supposes there’s a log they would frighten.!. Yet he’s friends of the lawn-maker, the dweebler and skew and the champion of the leaping frogs too.!. His face is lit bright for its the dawn of the night and this visit comes long overdue.!. He smells of the flowers and roses he’s bit, as he dips with his fruits through the swamps of the meadow of the shallow but endless abyss.!. As he comes closer to A Far Away Land, there’s a mist in the air and a frost on the ground.!. There’s no footprints of dears or anyone all around..! So he’s wandering and turning and twisting and twirling, until his senses are unfurling but nothing’s been found.!. So he listens for an echo but its the silence that echoes, for there’s no one awake in A Far Away Land.!.

    Helen swung back and forth on the swing, hearing the chains creak. She looked over to the playground, and saw a little girl being surrounded by a group of little boys. Helen got up and walked over to the small group. She heard a the girl crying as one of the boys kicked her.        “Stop it!” the girl cries out. “You’re hurting me!” Helen put her hand on the boy’s shoulder and said in a stern voice,  “That isn’t nice. Stop it before I tell a grown-up.” The boys ran away and Helen helped the girl to stand up. “Are you okay? What is your name?” Helen brushed the dirt off of the girl’s shirt.    ” I’m Arin! Thank you for saving me!” The girl said happily.  A voice called in the distance,     ” Arin! We need to go!” Arin looked at Helen,    ” I need to go, but be here tomorrow, okay?! Wait! What’s your name?” Arin was jumping, her eyes shining.    ” Helen, and alright!” Helen replied, smiling sweetly.     The next day Helen kept her promise to Arin, she was sitting on the swing when Arin ran up to her and wrapped her skinny arms around Helen’s middle in a big hug. Helen hugged back, “You came, Helen! I got you a present!” Arin handed Helen a square package wrapped in newspaper. Helen opened it, hearing the newspaper crinkle as she moved it out of the way.     She smiled as she saw the present, a card with a single pink rose printed on it, 6 melty chocolates, and a drawing of Helen and Arin playing on the swings. Helen read the card and hugged Arin tightly, smiling wider than she had in years. “Thank you Helen! You’re my Hero!”     “Do you like it?!” Arin was jumping up and down, messing with the blanket of leaves that was under them.     ” Of…

ANDERSEN'S FAIRY TALES – CONTENTS The Emperor's New Clothes The Swineherd The Real Princess The Shoes of Fortune The Fir Tree The Snow Queen The Leap-Frog The Elderbush The Bell The Old House The Happy Family The Story of a Mother The False Collar The Shadow The Little Match Girl The Dream of Little Tuk The Naughty Boy The Red ShoesTHE EMPEROR'S NEW CLOTHESMany years ago, there was an Emperor, who was so excessively fond of new clothes, that he spent all his money in dress. He did not trouble himself in the least about his soldiers; nor did he care to go either to the  theatre or the chase, except for the opportunities then afforded him for displaying his new clothes. He had a different suit for each hour of the day; and as of any other king or emperor, one is accustomed to say, "he is sitting in council," it was always said of him, "The Emperor is sitting in his wardrobe."Time passed merrily in the large town which was his capital; strangers arrived every day at the court. One day, two rogues, calling themselves weavers, made their appearance. They gave out that they knew how to weave stuffs of the most beautiful colors and elaborate patterns, the clothes manufactured from which should have the wonderful property of remaining invisible to everyone who was unfit for the office he held, or who was extraordinarily simple in character."These must, indeed, be splendid clothes!" thought the Emperor. "Had I such a suit, I might at once find out what men in my realms are unfit for their office, and also be able to distinguish the wise from the foolish! This  stuff must be woven for me immediately." And he caused large sums of money to be given to both the weavers in order that they might begin their work directly.So the two pretended weavers set up two looms, and affected…

FLOWER FABLES. THE summer moon shone brightly down upon the sleeping earth, while far away from mortal eyes danced the Fairy folk. Fire-flies hung in bright clusters on the dewy leaves, that waved in the cool night-wind; and the flowers stood gazing, in very wonder, at the little Elves, who lay among the fern-leaves, swung in the vine-boughs, sailed on the lake in lily cups, or danced on the mossy ground, to the music of the hare-bells, who rung out their merriest peal in honor of the night.Under the shade of a wild rose sat the Queen and her little Maids of Honor, beside the silvery mushroom where the feast was spread."Now, my friends," said she, "to while away the time till the bright moon goes down, let us each tell a tale, or relate what we have done or learned this day. I will begin with you, Sunny Lock," added she, turning to a lovely little Elf, who lay among the fragrant leaves of a primrose.With a gay smile, "Sunny Lock" began her story."As I was painting the bright petals of a blue bell, it told me this tale." THE FROST-KING:   OR, THE POWER OF LOVE. THREE little Fairies sat in the fields eating their breakfast; each among the leaves of her favorite flower, Daisy, Primrose, and Violet, were happy as Elves need be.The morning wind gently rocked them to and fro, and the sun shone warmly down upon the dewy grass, where butterflies spread their gay wings, and bees with their deep voices sung among the flowers; while the little birds hopped merrily about to peep at them.On a silvery mushroom was spread the breakfast; little cakes of flower-dust lay on a broad green leaf, beside a crimson strawberry, which, with sugar from the violet, and cream from the yellow milkweed, made a fairy meal, and their drink was the dew from the flowers' bright leaves."Ah me," sighed…