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A Boy and His Garden

 

Once upon a time there was a little boy who spent all of his time tending his little garden.  All of the flowers and insects loved him, but something was missing from his life.  What he wished for more than anything was a friend, someone who he could run and play with in the beauty of the flowers and the cool shade of the surrounding trees.  One day as he tended to a full flowering rose bush he heard a soft sobbing coming from just behind the weeping willow tree.  As he slid behind the tree he saw a little faerie, no taller than 2 inches tall, crying.  “Why are you crying?”  he queried.  “Because I have no one to play with,” she replied.  “I have no one to play with, I will play with you!” he exclaimed and the next moment he was her size. Happily they ran and played and giggled and laughed and the days passed quickly.  As days passed the garden began to wilt and flowers began to die and the little boy was sad.  As the garden grew ill, so did the little boy and soon he could no longer run and play.  The faerie began crying as she sat beside the little boy who was dying.  “I guess I have to set you free so we can both live” she sighed. Soon he was normal size again and he started tending to the garden.  The flowers came back to life and the insects buzzed happily.  Soon both the boy and garden were healthy once again.   

Solitude can be healing.