PA Compulsion

The Big, Green Truck

Mama and Papa Fairy said,

“Doodles, Noodles and Snickerdoodles,

 don’t ever go near the Big People.

No way, no how, no time!”

But one day, their ball sailed over the tall wall.

Snickerdoodles flew over the wall to get his ball.

He peeked in the window of the Big People’s house

and saw a big, green truck, just the right size for fairies.

Oh, how Snickerdoodles would love to take a ride!

The next day, and the next, and the next

he would—oops—throw his ball over the tall wall

and peek in the window to see the big, green truck.

One night, he talked Doodles and Noodles

into going on a grand adventure to the house.

“No way, no how, no time, should we go there,”

said Doodles. But it would be fun, so they went.

The little Big Person was fast asleep in his bed.

Snickerdoodles climbed into the big, green truck.

Doodles and Noodles pushed the big, green truck,

 their little wings fluttering fast as could be.

Next, Doodles took a turn riding, and then Noodles.

And then Snickerdoodles rode again.

He was having so much fun, when suddenly,

the door opened and in walked a big Big Person.

“Why is David’s truck in the middle of the floor?”

Noodles and Doodles flew out the window.

Snickerdoodles ducked down.

The big, Big Person picked up the big, green truck.

Snickerdoodles hung on for dear life.

He fell this way and that inside the big, green truck.

Would the Big Person see him? Finally,

he set the big, green truck and Snickerdoodles down.

Snickerdoodles’ wing was bent.

He had a bump on his head.

And his arm hurt, but he made it back

to his cozy home in the forest.

And no way, no how and at no time

did he ever go near the Big People again.

PAD happy Creative Bloomings Hadron

Happy fairies

Twinkle, Winkle, Sprinkle

Silken wings

Whirling, twirling

Fun

Lively dancing

PAD day 5 keep this

Keep This Little Thing

Lily, Tilly, Milly and Spark’s

home was bright and airy,

nestled in a tall willow tree

with Mom and Dad fairy.

Lily, Tilly, Milly—all girls,

shared a room together.

Spark was glad for his own big room

and a bed of feather.

But one morning Spark heard a noise

like a kitten mewing.

What was with him in his own room?

What were those girls doing?

Tiptoeing over to a shell,

he spied a tiny thing,

not much bigger than a peanut,

opened mouth and crying.

Mama hurried into Spark’s room.

“What is that thing?” asked Spark.

Mama smiled. “He is not a thing.”

”This is your brother, Lark.”

“Spark, he has come to live with us.

He’ll share this room with you.”

“Don’t want to share!” Spark yelled out loud,

not knowing what to do.

“Lark will be a good friend, you’ll see.

But now you need to share.

You can be a great helper, Spark.”

Babies need lots of care.”

So Spark helped Mama care for Lark,

bringing things she asked for.

Bottles, booties, diapers, pjs,

lotions, onesies and more.

Lark slept or ate both day and night.

His hunger had no end.

He cried, and peed and pooped his pants.

When would he be a friend?

So everyday Lark grew bigger.

He liked to pat Spark’s face.

He tried to stand, flapping his wings

and crawled all through the place.

And Spark could make his brother laugh.

And Lark made Spark giggle.

Lark could be funny and silly.

He would squirm and wiggle.

And Lark made the goofiest sounds,

“Baba, mum mum, goo goo.”

One day he reached up and said, “Paawt!”

Mom said to Spark, “That’s you!”

Spark thought, Yes, Lark could be a friend.

“I guess it is okay,”

He told his parents with a smile,

“if this small thing will stay.”

PAD heroes

Heroes

Winkle and Sprinkle

put on their capes to play.

Sprinkle said,

“I’m Superman today.”

Winkle said, “Don’t be silly!

You can’t be Superman.

You’re a girl.”

Sprinkle said, “Oh, Yes I can!”

Sprinkle said, “I can fly.

I’m strong.

I can leap tall buildings

in a single bound.”

“You can not!” shouted Winkle.

“Can too!”

“Can not!”

“Can too!”

“You’re not strong,” said Winkle.

“I’m stronger than you!” said Sprinkle.

 “You are not!”

“Am too!”

“Are not!”

“Am too!”

“I’m faster than you,” said Winkle

“You are not!”

“Am too!”

“Are not!”

“Am too!”

Mama Fairy

came in wearing a frown.

With a wave of her wand,

sat those little fairies down.

“You aren’t a hero just because you can fly.

Or are stronger or faster than your brother.

Heroes use what they can do

and what they have to help each other.”

 “Heroes know good from bad

and right from wrong.

You would be my heroes

if you’d just get along!”

“Sorry,” said Winkle.

“Sorry,” said Sprinkle.

And off they flew

to be the heroes they could be

and do what heroes do.  

PAD blanket

The Silky Quilt

Doodles, Noodles, Snickerdoodles

Twinkle, Winkle, Sprinkle

Lily, Tilly, Milly and Spark

played together all day long.

Wherever Twinkle went,

whatever she did,

and especially when she went to bed,

she carried her silky quilt.

Her silky quilt was tattered and torn.

The colors were faded.

The edges were frayed.

But she loved it a lot.

The fairies played Hide and Seek.

When Twinkle hid up in a tree,

she said, “Mama Robin, don’t tell on me.”

“I’ m too busy making my nest,” Mama Robin mumbled.

The fairies played Leap Bug.

Twinkle said, “Don’t eat my bug, Mama Robin.”

“I won’t,” said Mama Robin.

“I’m too busy making my nest.”

The fairies played I Spy.

“I spy Mama Robin,” Twinkle said.

“I’m too busy to play.  I’m building my nest.”

Mama Robin fluttered off with something in her mouth.

When it was time to go to bed,

Twinkle looked high and low for her quilt.

Twinkle said, “I can’t go to bed without my silky quilt.”

She crossed her arms and frowned.

All the fairies looked about.

But they could not find her silky quilt.

“Did you see my silky quilt?” Twinkle asked Mama Robin.

“No. I’ve been too busy making my nest. And I’m almost done.”

“The edges may be frayed,” said Twinkle.

 “It’s all torn up, ripped and raggedy.

The green and pink and purple have faded.

But I can’t go to bed without my silky quilt!”

“Uh-oh,” said Mama Robin.

She tugged at a thread.

“Does this belong to your silky quilt?”

Twinkle flew into Mama Robin’s new nest.

Her silky quilt was woven in with twigs and ribbon.

Twinkle cried. “I can’t go to sleep without my silky quilt!”

Mama Robin said, “Don’t cry!”

She tugged and tugged and tugged.

Mama Robin gave Twinkle her silky quilt.

But her nest was now a mess.

Twinkle said, “I’m sorry about your nest.

But I can’t sleep without my silky quilt.”

Twinkle soon was sound asleep with her silky quilt,

but dreamed all night about poor Mama Robin

and her mess of a nest.

In the morning, Twinkle had an idea.

She gathered up some fluff from a bunny’s tail,

some fuzz from her mother’s robe,

some silk from her old dress.

She gave them to Mama Robin.

Twinkle spent all day helping Mama Robin.

She worked very hard rebuilding the nest.

In the evening, Twinkle was so tired,

she went to sleep without her silky quilt. 

PAD together again

A Fairy Thanksgiving

Lily, Tilly, Milly and Spark

Fluttered about with glee

They clapped their hands and made their plans

For who they were going to see

Using their wands to clean their home

Rushing about with zeal

They set each place and washed each face

And prepared their fairytale meal

Soon there came a knock on the door

Spark answered with a smile  

Grandpa and Gran with a filled pan

And their luggage to stay a while

Then they gathered at the table

But before they would eat

They thanked the King of everything

For giving them this special treat

They thanked Him for their mom and dad

The food they ate and more

The games they played and the parade

Their wings and wands and silk they wore

They thanked Him for their fairy friends

For all the toys they shared

For their pet bugs, for loves and hugs

And most of all for that He cared 

PAD Game over

Ten Little Fairies

Ten little fairies went out to play.

Doodles, Noodles Snickerdoodle

Twinkle, Winkle, Sprinkle

Lily, Tilly, Milly and Spark

They loved to flit about like a lark.

What should they do on this what-to-do day?

They tired of flitting about flowers and beans.

“I know,” said Noodles,

“Let’s play Sardines.”

Noodles was It

And hid under a pine.

The fairies to search

Amounted to nine.

Doodles, and Winkle

Looked down by the gate.

Milly found Noodles

And then there were eight.

Lily and Tilly

Looked up in heaven.

Twinkle saw Milly

And then there were seven.

Snickerdoodle

Searched under some sticks.

Winkle found Twinkle

And then there were six.

Sprinkle looked down

From where big people dive.

From there she spied Winkle

And then there were five.

Doodles and Spark

Explored a drawer.

Lily found Sprinkle

And then there were four.

Snickerdoodle

Hitched a ride with a bee.

Bumbled upon Lily

And then there were three.

Doodles and Spark

Climbed into a shoe.

Tiilly saw Snickerdoodle

And then there were two.

Doodles found Tilly

And then there was one.

Spark wandered about

And was having  no fun.

But then, poor Noodles

Started to weep.

For all this time

He was under a heap.

Of eight little fairies

Beneath the pine.

They all joined Spark,

Then ten fairies were fine