little boy blue and fairies

Little boy blue and fairies #bedtimestories #fairy #cartoon
Once upon a time, there was a little boy called “Little Boy Blue” because that wasn’t his name. He lived on a farm with his mother and daddy and three cows, and ten woolly sheep, and a little white lamb, and a flower garden.
Little Boy Blue loved the three cows, the ten woolly sheep, and the little white lamb, but most especially he loved the flower garden and all the flowers in it. One day, his daddy brought him a blue horn with golden stars painted on it. And when the Little Boy blew the horn, it sounded mighty sweet to him, like bread and honey, and it sounded mighty sweet to the cows in the meadow, like wavy yellow corn, and it sounded mighty sweet to the woolly sheep, like grass and singing brooks, and it sounded mighty sweet to the white lamb, like his mother calling
him. But to the fairies who lived in the garden, it sounded sweetest of all, like dancing in the moonlight.
Little Boy Blue played all day in the garden until, when the shadows had put the sun to bed and the birds were singing lullabies, the night wind came to the garden bearing a message from his mother: “Come home, Little Boy Blue. Supper time, and bed time, too. Little Boy Blue, I’m calling you.”
The Little Boy tucked his blue horn with the golden stars under his arm and waved “Good Night” to the flowers in the garden. The roses bowed goodnight, and the forget-me-nots courtesied goodnight, and the merry columbine nodded goodnight, but one little purple pansy was nowhere to be seen. I will tell you why. The pansy had crept into the horn, and when Little Boy Blue went home, the pansy went too. And when he was tucked into bed with his blue horn with golden stars beside him, the little purple pansy lay quiet until the moon looked in the window.
#bedtimestories