Aquarian Age Stories for Children
It was a dull, dark, rainy morning, just
the nicest kind of a day to stay indoors. The windows were closed, and a bright
fire was burning in the fireplace.
A fly was having a wonderful time walking on a mirror over the
fireplace. It was very much pleased with itself and much amused at its
reflection in the glass. It would fly away, and then fly back quickly to the
mirror. This was great sport, and with its many, many eyes it could see when a
hand was raised to catch it. Tiring of the mirror, it suddenly remembered that
flies could walk on the ceiling. So it flew up there and walked ever so far
across the ceiling, never once falling. This made it very venturesome, so it
looked about for something else to do.
What a noise! A door was opened, and someone crossed the room
and opened a window. Now that the fly looked about, it saw the sun was shining
brightly, the rain was over, so it flew straight to the open window and out into
the warm sunshine.
It was just a little fly without much experience.
And for once it was alone - no one to say: "Don 't go
there"; "Be careful." Oh, it was delightful to be free. Now was
the time to see the great wide world it had heard so much about. So it flew over
to a honeysuckle vine where a bee was gathering sweetness from the flowers and
buzzing merrily. It watched the bee admiringly. Then the bee flew away and the
fly went too. Into the woods they went, for the bee was a wild bee and lived in
the woods. As they flew along together they became good friends.
"Do you like the woods?" buzzed the bee.
"This is the first time I have ever been here,"
replied the fly.
"Oh," said the bee, "then take care where you go.
Don't be too venturesome. Be happy and enjoy yourself, but keep a sharp lookout
for flytraps or you may get caught."
"Silly bee," thought the fly; "I'm all eyes, and
quick and sure-footed. I have nothing to fear. I will have my great
"Well," buzzed the bee, "I must be going."
Buzz, buzz, and it was gone. And the fly was all alone.
Lighting on a nice cool green flower to rest, the adventurer
looked down into this strange blossom.
A rustle in the leaves nearby startled the ever-watchful fly,
and a bird warned: "Be careful; that Jack-in-the-pulpit looks very pious,
but he bears watching." Now do you know this made the fly more venturesome
than ever. It could take care of itself, it thought, and it would make friends
with this Jack-in-the-pulpit. Was he not known as the woodland preacher?
The fly seemed to hear a little voice saying: "Come down
into my pulpit. Don't be afraid."
You know Jack-in-the-pulpit, don't you? How straight he stands
in the flower, with a wonderful leaf folded in such a way that it makes a pulpit
with a sounding board overhead.
"Don't be afraid," said the wee voice.
"Who's afraid?" said the fly, "I'll be right
Down, down, ventured the tiny visitor, admiring the beautiful
shiny, striped walls of green and maroon and black. At the foot of the pulpit
were the prettiest clusters of tiny flowers, round and greenish. The fly lighted
on one of these flowers, and a wee voice said: "We are the little flowers
that Jack guards so carefully until by and by we become bright scarlet berries.
And then out of his pulpit Jack will step so everyone can see the scarlet
The fly was quite thrilled to have discovered
Jack-in-the-pulpit's secret. It was stuffy down at the foot of the pulpit, so
the adventurer started to crawl out for a breath of air. But that was not so
easy, for the walls were very slippery, and its feet did not hold. Strange, it
could walk on a ceiling or a shiny mirror, but this was different. Then all of a
sudden the fly remembered what the bee had said. Just suppose this were a
flytrap! But no, this could not be, for Jack was a preacher. Weak and weary and
quite exhausted from trying to escape, finally the tiny adventurer called out in
a frightened, weak little fly voice: "Oh, kind bee, if you are near please
come to my rescue." Then too tired to try again the fly dropped on the
floor of the pulpit at Jack's feet completely exhausted.
A lusty buzz, buzz, buzz, made the adventurer stir. The bee had
lighted on the same flower.
"Kind bee, please help me," said the fly.
"Where are you?" buzzed the bee, looking down into the
flower but not venturing in.
"Way down here," said the fly.
"Quick!" said the bee; "look for the opening in
the flap." So the fly made one more try for escape and, yes - it found the
opening in the flap in front where the leaf folds together. It didn't feel very
venturesome now, just glad to be alive.
"Thank you, kind bee," humbly said the fly. "You
saved my life. I was a foolish fly."
"Yes," buzzed the bee, "but we are all foolish
sometimes. There is always a way out though if we can only find it."
Then the bee and the fly flew away together and became even