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Have a seat dear friends,
And listen for a spell,
For I have a fantastic story to tell.

It all began on a day just like this,
Where the wind was blowing,
And the sun brought it's kiss,

Where the grass was green,
and the sky so blue,
It was hard to see,
But what I tell is true.

There was a little girl,
No taller than your knee,
Sitting alone,
Eating strawberries.

When all of a sudden,
What should drop from the sky?
Why, it was a fairy,
Who was flying so high.

Her dress was in shambles,
And her hair a mess,
And when she spoke,
The words came out in distress.

"I have lost my wand!"
She did but whine and whimper.
She clasped her hands,
And was all a twitter.

The little girl's eyes,
Became round as saucers,
For never had she seen,
Such a daring roster.

She gazed into the sky,
And rubbed her eyes,
But the vision did not leave.
The fairy began to cry.

The little girl rushed,
Right below the distressed fairy,
And said in a voice,
Which was quite cherry:

"Don't cry, dear fairy!
For I am here.
I promise to help you find
what you hold dear!"

The fairy, startled, looked down,
And gazed at the child.
Then donned a frown.

"How can you help me?"
The fairy replied.
"When I, myself, have search
Far and wide?"

"I have a special talent,
You see,
I can find things no other can,
And I will help for free!"

The fairy drifted down,
And sat on the ground,
Contemplating the help,
The girl's argument was sound.

"Alright." The fairy spoke.
"You may help me,
And I thank you for it,
I know I seem like a joke!"

The two began walking,
Up and down the small plain,
When what should the little girl trip over,
But an old man's cane.

"Is this your wand?"
The sweet child asked.
The fairy gazed down,
And shook her head fast.

“That is a cane,
Not my precious wand.
I think my journey,
Is going to be very long.”

The little girl frowned,
And put down the cane,
Then began walking,
Down the curvy lane.

She sighed but then spotted,
Something in a bush,
So she rushed over,
And began to push.

And what should fall,
From that tiny space,
Why it was a shiny silver case.

“Does this perhaps,
Hold your wand?”
The little girl said all sing-song.

The fairy gasped,
For it was indeed her precious case,
She rushed to the child
And gave a firm embrace.

“Thank you! Thank you!”
The fairy cried,
She fluttered around,
And had tears in her eyes.

“This is the case,
Which holds my wand.
I thank you dear child.
We do share a bond.”

The little girl was happy,
That she could be of some help,
For doing good deeds,
Is good for one's self.

“As a reward,
I will grand you a wish.”
The fairy said quickly,
And with a silly hiss.

The little girl giggled,
And said with delight
“Dear fairy,
All I did was do something right.”

“I do not need any special gift,
For helping you is and was my only wish.”

The fairy gazed down,
As such a wise child.
And promised to visit,
Once and awhile.

As the years passed,
And the child grew and grew.
The fairy always visited saying,
“I'm watching over you.”

The smiles were plentiful,
And thank yous sincere,
And this is the end,
Of the fairy's tale, my dears.

Do you think it is good enough to be published as a children's book? (Like Dr. Seuss books)

I felt tingly. xd

You're a really good writer. 3nodding