The sun shines on the magic forest. It also shines
on a giant oak tree, many centuries old. Its in this tree that Miris family
lives. Miri is a young Fairy, shes very small, barely a few centimeters(A couple of
inches) like all the fairies of her race.
Miri loves that tree with the many cavities sculpted with art
and dedication. But with the respect for the survival of the living tree, of course.
The problem is that poor Miri is suffering from a
mysterious illness. The magician healer was very upset. He had never encountered any such
sickness before. He searched the memory books left by previous magician-healers to no
The little fairy, courageously continued to believe, in
spite of her suffering, that she would heal. Winter was long for little Miri who, from her
bed entertained her friends. She could not stand sorrow so she kept her morale up. With
spring came a hope, as fragile as the eggs in the nest.
The healer had discovered a cure. But it was the powder
that rests on the wings of butterflies. Hundreds maybe even thousands of butterflies,would
be needed to harvest sufficient quantities for the medicine for Miri. Miris father
was at the inn with his friend. He was discussing the problem of which no one seemed to
know the solution. It was a sad day for Miris father.
A stranger seated at a neighboring table, approached them
discreetly as the custom prescribes. He told Miris father; I think I can help
heal your daughter.
Stranger, if you can accomplish that,
Ill give you everything you want
I have no need for everything, all I need is
Are you a healer?
No a gardener, if you hire me I guarantee
that your daughter will be healed by the end of summer."
The honest tone and truthful gaze in the eyes of
the gardener convinced Miris father to give him a chance. He had nothing to loose
and Miri all to win...
From her window, Miri looked at the gardener work,
an old man with the precise movements acquired along a lifetime dedicated to the love of
plants. The gardener planted lilac trees in many shades. He even planted unknown plants,
bushes and flowers with strange, mysterious names that brings visions of exotic places.
The old man told Miri that soon, he assured her, it would
translate into a symphony of colors and textures that will perfume the air. He had such a
pleasurable expression as he said it, that Miri was certain HE could smell it
already. Miri observed as the young sprout escaped the soil, as the tender green shoots
grew. Soon flower buds appeared followed by the most beautiful blooms.
The gossipers were having a good time. Shameful, he
buys himself a garden while his daughter, poor girl, lay sick and all. Shameful, I tell
Then one warm day, attracted by the selected flowers
butterflies came, more and more of them kept coming to invade the garden. The gardener
installed a lawn chairs in the clearing and installed Miri comfortably in it.
Miri received a shower of the powder falling from
the wings of the butterflies. The powder was of many colors shining in the sun. The rays
of the sun reflected in the fine powder.
The clearing was bathed in the light and in that light
In a week Miri was cured. Her delicate wings shone brightly
again. Her face had regained her healthy colors and above all her smile was resplendent.
And this is how Miri got her name: MIRI THE BUTTERFLY FAIRY
Copyright ©1998 By Dr. Claude
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