TWELVE STORIES ABOUT FAIRIES - A Fairy Bumper Edition: Baba Indaba Children's Stories - Issue 232

By Anon E. Mouse and Narrated by Baba Indaba

In this bumper edition you will find 12 children’s stories about fairies drawn from around the world. Like people, some of the fairies are frustrated at having to work before they’re allowed to play. Some are impish and play tricks on people and have to be taught a lesson, but most are good fairies wanting to help and better their environment and in some cases, people.
We have also included two fun poems for children.

Each story is prefixed by our famous “Where in the World – Look it Up” challenge for young readers.
The stories are:
Cherry
Princess Bluegreen Of The Seven Cities
A French Puck
The Crooked Man
The Fairy Child
Cured By Fairies
The Fairy Nurse
I Saw A Ship A-Sailing
The Judgment Of The Flowers
The Kite That Went To The Moon
The Pen Fairy
The Nut-Tree
The Phynodderree
The  Rubber  Fairy
Twelfth Night Fairy

You are also given access to 8 FREE DOWNLOADS.

10% of the profit from the sale of this book will be donated to charities.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Abela Publishing
• Release date: May 10, 2017
• ISBN: 9788826089348

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Twelve

Tales about Fairies

A Special Bumper Edition

Tales of Fairies galore!

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Baba Indaba Children’s Stories

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Abela Publishing, London

2016

TWELVE TALES ABOUT FAIRY

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Baba Indaba Children’s Stories

ISSN 23979607

Issue: 232

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Table of Contents

Table Of Contents

An Introduction To Baba Indaba

Cherry

Princess Bluegreen Of The Seven Cities

A French Puck

The Crooked Man

The Fairy Child

Cured By Fairies

The Fairy Nurse

I Saw A Ship A-Sailing

The Judgment Of The Flowers

The Kite That Went To The Moon

The Pen Fairy

The Nut-Tree

The Phynodderree

The  Rubber  Fairy

Twelfth Night Fairy

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An Introduction to Baba Indaba

Baba Indaba, pronounced Baaba Indaaba, lived in Africa a long-long time ago. Indeed, this story was first told by Baba Indaba to the British settlers over 250 years ago in a place on the South East Coast of Africa called Zululand, which is now in a country now called South Africa.

In turn the British settlers wrote these stories down and they were brought back to England on sailing ships. From England they were in turn spread to all corners of the old British Empire, and then to the world.

In olden times the Zulu’s did not have computers, or iPhones, or paper, or even pens and pencils. So, someone was assigned to be the Wenxoxi Indaba (Wensosi Indaaba) – the Storyteller. It was his, or her, job to memorise all the tribe’s history, stories and folklore, which had been passed down from generation to generation for thousands of years. So, from the time he was a young boy, Baba Indaba had been apprenticed to the tribe’s Wenxoxi Indaba to learn the stories. Every day the Wenxoxi Indaba would narrate the stories and Baba Indaba would have to recite the story back to the Wenxoxi Indaba, word for word. In this manner he learned the stories of the Zulu nation.

In time the Wenxoxi Indaba grew old and when he could no longer see or hear, Baba Indaba became the next in a long line of Wenxoxi Indabas. So fond were the children of him that they continued to call him Baba Indaba – the Father of Stories.

When the British arrived in South Africa, he made it his job to also learn their stories. He did this by going to work at the docks at the Point in Port Natal at a place the Zulu people call Ethekwene (Eh-tek-weh-nee). Here he spoke to many sailors and ships captains. Captains of ships that sailed to the far reaches of the British Empire – Canada, Australia, India, Mauritius, the Caribbean and beyond.

He became so well known that ship’s crew would bring him a story every time they visited Port Natal. If they couldn’t, they would arrange to have someone bring it to him. This way his library of stories grew and grew until he was known far and wide as the keeper of stories – a true Wenxoxi Indaba of the world.

Baba Indaba believes the tales he is about to tell in this book, and all the others he has learned, are the common property of Umntwana (Children) of every nation in the world - and so they are and have been ever since men and women began telling stories, thousands and thousands of years ago.

Where in the World? Look it Up!

This next story was told to him by a man who hailed from the small town called Fairlight Cove. Can you find Fairlight Cove on a map? What country is it in?

Cherry

A English Fairy Tale

A story, a story

Let it come, let it go

A story, a story

From long, long ago!

Umntwana Izwa! Children Listen!

ONCE upon a time long, long ago, in a far, far away land, there was once a poor labourer who had so many children that he was hardly able to buy food and clothing for them. For this reason, as soon as they grew old enough, they went out into the world to shift for themselves. One after another they left their home, until at last only the youngest one, Cherry by name, was left. She was the prettiest of all the children. Her hair was as black as jet, her cheeks as red as roses, and her eyes so merry and sparkling that it made one smile even to look at her.

Every few weeks one or another of the children who were out at service came back to visit their parents, and they looked so much better fed, and so much better clothed than they ever had looked while they were at home that Cherry began to long to go out in the world to seek her fortune, too.

Just see, she said to her mother; all my sisters have new dresses and bright ribbons, while I have nothing but the old patched frocks they have outgrown. Let me go out to service to earn something for myself.

No, no, answered her mother. You are our youngest, and your father would never be willing to have you go, and you would find it very different out there in the world from here, where everyone loves you and cares for you.

However, Cherry’s heart was set upon going out to seek her fortune, and when she found her parents would never give their consent, she determined to go without it. She tied up the few clothes she had in a big handkerchief, put on the shoes that had in them the fewest holes, and off she stole one fine morning without saying good-by to anyone but the old cat that was asleep upon the step.

As long as she was within sight of the house she hurried as fast as she could, for she was afraid her father or mother might see her and call her back, but when the road dipped down over a hill she walked more slowly, and took time to catch her breath and shift her bundle from one hand to the other.

At first the way she followed was well known to her, but after she had travelled on for several hours she found herself in a part of the country she had never seen before. It was bleak and desolate with great rocks, and not a house in sight, and Cherry began to feel very lonely. She longed to see her dear home again, with the smoke rising from the chimney and her mother’s face at the window, and at last she grew so homesick that she sat down on a rock and began to sob aloud.

She had been sitting there and weeping for some time when she felt a hand upon her shoulder. She looked up and saw a tall and handsome gentleman standing beside her. He was richly dressed and looked like a foreigner, and there were many rings upon his fingers. It seemed so strange to see him standing there close to her, when a little time before there had been no one in sight, that Cherry forgot to sob while she stared at him. He was smiling at her in a friendly way, and his eyes sparkled and twinkled so brightly that there never was anything like it.

What are you doing in such a lonely place as this, my child? said he. And why are you weeping so bitterly?

I am here because I started out to take service with someone, answered Cherry; and I am weeping because it is so lonely, and I wish I were at home again; and she began to sob.

Listen, Cherry, said the gentleman, once more laying his hand on her shoulder. "I am looking for a kind, bright girl to