Here is another Sunday short story which some of you might like to share with one of your children or grandchildren. This is part 1.
The summer breeze sings softly among the tall conifers in a small meadow. Grandpa George and his grandson, Josh are walking along a narrow path, admiring the grass sprouts tickling their legs. Josh feels a bit scared of the dark shadows everywhere, but his older sister, Kate, skips happily along the path, not worried about any uneven patches which might trip her.
‘Be careful, Kate! Please wait for us!’ Grandpa George warns. Suddenly, Kate stops, turns around and puts her finger on her lips. ‘Ssh . . . Look! There are fairies under that fern over there.’
‘Fairies? Let me see, let me see them too,’ Josh shouts. He and Grandpa George sit on their haunches to have a closer look at the eerie green glows in the soft moss on the forest floor.
‘Why is the grass on fire, Grandpa?’
‘Those small lights belong to glowworms and the grass…
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