One day, Janice wondered at all the petals that dropped down from flowers every day. So, she asked the friendly gardener, “What happens to all the petals that drop down from flowers each day?” “The wind blows them away, my sweet child!” the gardener replied. Next evening, Janice sat looking at the flowers in the garden out of her window. Suddenly, the wind began blowing. The whirl wind grew stronger. The strong wind carried all the petals in its swirling motion. The petals started flowing in the air. She ran out to see the petals swept away by wind. There, stood a beautiful lady over the heap of petals. “Who are you?” Janice asked. “I’m a flower fairy. I take the colours from the fallen petals to fill colours in this world,” she said. From then on, Janice was always reminded of the flower fairy whenever she saw a fallen petal.
The Flower Fairy
