Flower Fables by Louisa May Alcott

Flower Fables

by Louisa May Alcott

Flower Fables

by Louisa May Alcott

“Pondering shadows, colors, clouds

Grass-buds, and caterpillar shrouds

Boughs on which the wild bees settle,

Tints that spot the violet’s petal.”









Boston, Dec. 9, 1854.


The Frost King: or, The Power of Love

Eva’s Visit to Fairy-Land

The Flower’s Lesson

Lily-Bell and Thistledown

Little Bud


Little Annie’s Dream: or, The Fairy Flower

Ripple, the Water-Spirit

Fairy Song


THE summer moon shone brightly down upon the sleeping earth, while

far away from mortal eyes danced the Fairy folk. Fire-flies hung

in bright clusters on the dewy leaves, that waved in the cool

night-wind; and the flowers stood gazing, in very wonder, at the

little Elves, who lay among the fern-leaves, swung in the vine-boughs,

sailed on the lake in lily cups, or danced on the mossy ground,

to the music of the hare-bells, who rung out their merriest peal

in honor of the night.

Under the shade of a wild rose sat the Queen and her little

Maids of Honor, beside the silvery mushroom where the feast

was spread.

“Now, my friends,” said she, “to wile away the time till the bright

moon goes down, let us each tell a tale, or relate what we have done

or learned this day. I will begin with you, Sunny Lock,” added she,

turning to a lovely little Elf, who lay among the fragrant leaves

of a primrose.

With a gay smile, “Sunny Lock” began her story.

“As I was painting the bright petals of a blue bell, it told me

this tale.”




THREE little Fairies sat in the fields eating their breakfast;

each among the leaves of her favorite flower, Daisy, Primrose,

and Violet, were happy as Elves need be.

The morning wind gently rocked them to and fro, and the sun

shone warmly down upon the dewy grass, where butterflies spread

their gay wings, and bees with their deep voices sung

among the flowers; while the little birds hopped merrily about

to peep at them.

On a silvery mushroom was spread the breakfast; little cakes

of flower-dust lay on a broad green leaf, beside a crimson

strawberry, which, with sugar from the violet, and cream

from the yellow milkweed, made a fairy meal, and their drink was

the dew from the flowers’ bright leaves.

“Ah me,” sighed Primrose, throwing herself languidly back,

“how warm the sun grows! give me another piece of strawberry,

and then I must hasten away to the shadow of the ferns. But

while I eat, tell me, dear Violet, why are you all so sad?

I have scarce seen a happy face since my return from Rose Land;

dear friend, what means it?”

“I will tell you,” replied little Violet, the tears gathering

in her soft eyes. “Our good Queen is ever striving to keep

the dear flowers from the power of the cruel Frost-King; many ways

she tried, but all have failed. She has sent messengers to his court

with costly gifts; but all have returned sick for want of sunlight,

weary and sad; we have watched over them, heedless of sun or shower,

but still his dark spirits do their work, and we are left to weep

over our blighted blossoms. Thus have we striven, and in vain;

and this night our Queen holds council for the last time. Therefore

are we sad, dear Primrose, for she has toiled and cared for us,

and we can do nothing to help or advise her now.”

“It is indeed a cruel thing,” replied her friend; “but as we cannot

help it, we must suffer patiently, and not let the sorrows of others

disturb our happiness. But, dear sisters, see you not how high

the sun is getting? I have my locks to curl, and my robe to prepare

for the evening; therefore I must be gone, or I shall be brown as

a withered leaf in this warm light.” So, gathering a tiny mushroom

for a parasol, she flew away; Daisy soon followed, and Violet was

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