Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1916-01-20

euIie and the Yellow Fairy.

Billie and the yellow Fairy.
Billie Bushytail was feeling pretty
badly and the reason for 1t was this.
He had been kept in at the owl school
because he had missed in. spelling and
| when the teacher let him out It was
too late to 60 off with the other boys
playing ball. Billie had his ball and
his bat and his catching glove with
him, but that didn't matter. Johnny
Bushytail and Sammie Littletail and
Bully the frog had gone a long way
off to Farmer lockers meadow to
play, and by the time Billie got there
it would be dark. So he felt quite
badly.
He walked on through the woods
| thinking all sorts Of things n then
he threw his ball up in the air. He
thought he would catch 1t, but the
ball went in an empty birds nest IN
a tall tree, and didn't come down.
Then billie threw his bat up after
the ball, and if that didn't stay up in
the tree, too. Then he got real ex-
| cited. and tossed up his catching
| glove. and, well, Of course you may
think I'm exaggerating, but I'm not a
bit. If the glove didn't stay up there,
too. Well. poor Billie! Not q thing
to play bali with! He felt worse than
ever.
So he kept on through the woods
wondering how he was ever going to
get his things down, for the tree was
! a very tall one, and, even though he
was a squirrel, his papa and his
mamma had told him never to climb
tall trees when they were not around.
ooh. dear! Oh dear! Oh dear!!"
| cried Billie.
Just then if he didn't hear a bird
singing. Oh, such a beautiful song
it was! couldn't begin to sing as
nicely as that bird did. The words
went something like this:
"Oh file lum did-a-laddie all!
Oh ira la did-a-lay!
! Rum dunn dunn diddle-ideum,
Tu rim-lum skiddie-dap!'
"Oh. what a pretty song" cr1ed
Billie.
"Think so? Glad you like it," spoke
a voice, and the little boy squirrel
looked up and saw a beautiful yelloW
bird sitting on a tree not far away.
And as soon as he heard mat song
Billie felt better. even though he a
lost his ball, his bat and his catching
glove.
Well. just a moment later II some
bad boy didn't throw a stone at tnat
bird, that dear, little yellow bird, and
break it's leg. The poor bird stopped
singing at once, and the bad boy
came up thinking he could catch 1t.
But the bird didn't fall from the tree
and then the bad boy went away, anu
pretty soon Billie came out from
where he had hid behind a bush. men
the yellow bird got so weak from pain
that it fell down on the ground.
ooh dear!" cried Billie. "Wnat can
I do to help your
81 would like some water" said the
! yellow bird, family.
So Billie found an acorn cup, ana
scampered off to the brook, filled 1t
with water. and brought 1t to the
wounded bird. Then he got some
more as quick as you can eat a jam
tart and the bird felt, much better.
"What else can l do for your ASK
ed Billie. Maybe ] could FIX your
leg for you. Or shall ! go for Dr.
Possum?" +.
THANK YOU" answered the bird,
"but if you could find the little green
fairy man, he could make my leg well
in a minute"
81 will" cried Billie, and he scam
pered off.
He found the little green fairy man
leaning against a tree, and watching
some butterflies get Aoney from f1oW'
ers. ~
please come with me-" said Billie.
"The yellow bird has a broken leg"
"Of course I will" exclaimed the
green fairy. 1.-The yellow bird 1s a
friend of mine. How did it happen?'
Then Billie told, and the little green
fairy man said the little boy squirrel
was very kind.
Well, when they got back to where
the poor bird was the green fairy did a
magical trick. He took two pieces
OF wood. and three little stones, tos.
sed them in the air and pronounced
this word: Observation-Disclosures
| Observation-Disclosures" and in an in.
slant that birds leg was all well
again. and it sang its song some more,
lust like this, only, of course, cant
! sing it very well:
Oh fe lum d~ide-laddie ah!
Oh ira la did-e-lay!