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Fun for Little Pickers and Their Families!" was designed to get families to spend quality time with each other, and to have fun while doing so! If you buy it, you will find that you and your little ones will spend some good time together. I guarantee it. Scroll to the bottom of the page for ordering information. The Front Cover of "Fun for Little Pickers and Their Families!" A Fairy Tale By Graylen Cook Written May 1992 Copyright 1992, 2002 It was a beautiful morning in May, which is one of the best months of the year. The sky was Carolina Blue, as it usually is in NC. There were a few fluffy white clouds in the sky. All in all it was a very lovely day. Bill’s mother said, “Bill, it’s such a beautiful day, why don’t you go outside and play?” Little Bill ran quickly to the door. He went out into the large yard and looked around. He was attracted to the row of orange day lilies that grew along the edge of the yard, near the kitchen window. Bill ran down the slope that led to the lilies. He ran up to the orange speckled flowers and stuck his nose into one. Breathlessly Bill inhaled the lovely smell of the trumpet-shaped flower. Then he did it again. It was so good to be alive on such a fine morning. He looked at the color of the flower. Bill thought there was nothing more beautiful than the orange speckled day lilies. The yellow ones were beautiful too, but not as much as the orange ones. Bill sat on the ground looking at the flowers and trees around the yard. Bill’s house sat in the corner of a field, surrounded by what looked to Bill to be a large forest. Bill looked at the tall oak trees nearby. He thought, I wish could fly up to the top of that pretty tree. Just then, Ninya, his little fairy friend, flew down from the top of the oak tree. Ninya was small, about eight inches tall, and had little wings that she used to hover over the flowers. She looked like a very small girl with blond hair and green eyes. She had a smile on her face. She was beautiful like the flowers. Bill said, “Hello Ninya, I’m glad you came. I’ve missed you.” Ninya said, “Bill, I come as often as I can. Sometimes I come when you’re not here. I love to see you and talk to you. I wish you would always be my friend.” Bill said, “I will Ninya. I’ll always be your friend.” Ninya looked sad. A very small tear came into the corner of her tiny green eye. She said, “No Bill. You’re almost at the age when you won’t be able to see fairies anymore.” Bill said, “No Ninya. I can see you now and I'll always be able to see you.” Ninya smiled and said, “Bill, you’re my friend and I love you. I’ve never told you anything wrong before have I?” Bill shook his head and said, “No.” Ninya said, “When big people reach a certain age they can’t see little people anymore. It won’t be long until you’re that age and you won’t be able to see me either. But when you see the lilies in the daytime with their flowers open, you might remember that I fly around them two times each day. I put magic dust on them each morning to make them open their blossoms and each evening to make them close. And when you see the lilies maybe you’ll think of me and my sisters Vinya and Finya. there are many fairies in the world, cause it takes many of us to tend all the flowers. I wish big people could see us. We like people, even those who don’t believe in us.” Bill was still sad and didn’t know what to do. He had a sad look on his face. Ninya said, “I know what we can do Bill. Let’s play like where you chase me and try to catch me, like we used to do. I fly to the creek in the backyard and you chase me. I’ll fly low, between the hedges instead of over the top of them and that will give you the chance to catch me. It is a rule among my people that if you’re caught by a big person, and released unharmed, that some day, when he really needs it, we will grant him a wish.” “All right Ninya, I’ll chase you, but this time I’m going to catch you!” Bill said. Ninya took off, flying low to the ground Bill followed her as hard as he could. He just ran and ran. Ninya ran through the azaleas and the hedge bushes and Bill was close behind. Bill tried hard, but he couldn’t catch her. Bill was starting to slow down. Ninya looked back over her shoulder as she turned a corner in the hedge. Bill was starting to fall far behind. But then, just as she looked up, she saw a spider web right in her path. She tried to avoid it, but there was no way. She was too close and she flew right into it. Ninya was stuck. As Bill came running up, she started to yell, “Help! Get me out! Get me out!” Ninya looked so tiny in the web, so beautiful and delicate. Bill thought she looked like his sister’s baby doll, only prettier. And he gently pulled her from the web. Bill was glad that he finally caught his little fairy friend. Bill said, “I know what I can do Ninya. I’ll take you inside and keep you in a shoe box in my room.” Ninya said, “Bill, you can’t do that. I would miss my sisters Vinya and Finya. And my mother and father would miss me too. And I would be unhappy all the time. You must turn me loose Bill.” Bill said, “If I turn you loose, will I get a wish Ninya?” She smiled and said, “Yes Bill, if you turn me loose I’ll give you a wish.” After Bill turned her loose, he said, “I wish I could see you all the time, forever and ever.” Ninya said, “I can’t give you that. But I’ll come every night and sprinkle you with my magic dust while you’re asleep, then you’ll be able to see me in your dreams while you sleep.” Bill turned Ninya loose. Now every night, when he goes to sleep and Ninya sprinkles dust on him, he sees her in his dreams. They still chase each other through the hedges and smell the orange day lilies each night. Now Bill has a little boy and little girl of his own. And he loves to tell them stories about a little fairy named Ninya. And they all lived happily ever after. The End Snow on Blue Spruce Snow on the Blue Spruce By Graylen Cook Copyright 2002, 2000 Outside in the autumn air I look up into the sky where I just heard The honking of a goose. It seems like only yesterday When the spring had sprung And gardens just begun And I saw the baby moose. He'd come to the watering hole, His first adventure-Oh, so bold When he stepped out From behind the spruce. Now through the winter air, Snow is falling everywhere Lying ever so gently Blanketing the blue spruce. I often wonder where Went the goose in the air And if the moose likes the snow That lies gently, gently on the blue spruce. You Should know this... The picture of the cover does not at show how beautiful it is on the web. This representation only has 25% of the information that the real cover has, so it is not as sharp. Also,in the excerpt of "A Fairy Tale" there are many weird "A's" that in the story are Real letters. I promise you'll be able to read it. (I'm not a very good webmaster...yet!) Finally, to order the book cd package just send a mere 20 dollars along with your mailing address to: Graylen Cook 261 Gwaltney Farm Lane Taylorsville, NC 28681 I'll even cover the shipping in the US.

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