Deep
in the heart of the forest is a section of magnolia trees that bloom white for
only one month out of the year. Inside these magnolia trees lives a community
of forest elves, who make their homes in the white blossoms during the month of
blooming, and in the leaves and bark for the rest of the year. Every year
during the blooming season, three new elf children are born from the buds of
the flowers, and sit waiting on the white petals for their families to come and
claim them. But this year, one of these new elf children ran into a quite
unfortunate situation. The bud had just opened, bringing forth three of the
most beautiful little elf babies—two boys and one girl—of this season’s
generation. The babies crawled up onto the white petals and waited patiently
for their parents to claim them, when a gust of summer wind knocked the smaller
boy over and sent him tumbling through the branches and leaves to the ground
below.
The little baby boy was very
frightened, and let out an incredible cry, and when his siblings saw what had
happened they let out incredible cries too, alerting their parents. But by this
time, the little elf had already hit the ground and was in a very sorry state
from his ordeal. He was bruised, bleeding, and beaten, and the tree was so
large and so high up that it would’ve taken the other elves a very long time to
climb down and rescue him. He screamed and wailed, wanting someone, anyone, to
come by and hold and comfort him. He got his wish when a large, proud finch
passed by him on her way to the nest, and wrapped him up in her warm brown
feathers and kissed him. “You poor little dear,” she gently cooed. “How in the
world did you end up so wounded?” And she picked him up and carried him off to
her nest.
When the little elf’s parents
finally reached the base of the tree, the baby was gone. They wept, and spent
the next week searching desperately for their lost child. The elves from the other
blossoms and trees aided them in their search. But when they still could not
find the baby boy, they had to come to the conclusion that he was dead. The parents retired to their blossom and
grieved for their lost little boy.
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