Miri and the Gardener

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Miri and the Gardener

By Dr.Claude Gagn
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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
avail unfortunately.

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 work.
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...

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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 you.

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

Miris healing 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 Gagn
To read more about Miri the Butterfly Fairy visit:

http://miri.topcities.com

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