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'Friendly Fairies' was written and illustrated by Johnny Gruelle (1880 - 1930). Gruelle was an American artist and political cartoonist, as well as a children's book illustrator and author. He is best known for introducing the world to 'Raggedy Ann’ and ‘Raggedy Andy’.
This particular book does not feature Raggedy Ann, instead presents fifteen unique fairy stories, including:
'The Three Little Gnomes',
'Mr and Mrs Thumbkins',
'The Wishbone',
'Tim Tim TamyTam,'
'A Change of Coats' plus many more.
The 55+ colour illustrations by Gruelle will ensure that young minds will be captivated, if not by the stories, then by the illustrations.
Together, the stories provide entertainment as well as moral lessons for young audiences; be kind to those you meet, always be generous, and help those who need it.
Hard copy first editions are sought by collectors; this resurrected ebook showcases Gruelle's original text, which is further enhanced by his wonderful colour drawings, which in themselves have been made more vibrant, in order that the two may be fully appreciated by young and old alike.
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Written & Illustrated by
Johnny Gruelle
Originally Published ByThe P.F. Volland Co., Chicago[1919]
Resurrected by Abela Publishing, London[2020]
The Book Of Friendly Fairies
Typographical arrangement of this edition
© Abela Publishing 2020
This book may not be reproduced in its current format in any manner in any media, or transmitted by any means whatsoever, electronic, electrostatic, magnetic tape, or mechanical ( including photocopy, file or video recording, internet web sites, blogs, wikis, or any other information storage and retrieval system) except as permitted by law without the prior written permission of the publisher.
Abela Publishing,
London
United Kingdom
2020
ISBN-13: 978-8-XXXXXX-XX-X
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To MY MOTHER
Here are the Titles of the Stories in this Book:
The Three Little Gnomes
The Happy Rattle
Recipe For A Happy Day
Grandfather Skeeter-Hawk's Story
Crow Talk
The Fairy Ring
Mr. And Mrs. Thumbkins
The Old, Rough Stone And The Gnarled Tree
Sally Migrundy
How Johnny Cricket Saw Santa Claus
The Twin Sisters
Little Thumbkin's Good Deed
The Wishbone
Tim Tim Tamytam
A Change Of Coats
A silvery thread of smoke curled up over the trunk of the old tree and floated away through the forest, and tiny voices came from beneath the trunk of the old tree.
Long, long ago, the tree had stood strong and upright and its top branches reached far above any of the other trees in the forest, but the tree had grown so old it began to shiver when the storms howled through the branches. And as each storm came the old tree shook more and more, until finally in one of the fiercest storms it tumbled to the earth with a great crash.
There it lay for centuries, and vines and bushes grew about in a tangled mass until it was almost hidden from view.
Now down beneath the trunk of the fallen tree lived three little gnomes, and it was the smoke from their fire which curled up over the trunk of the old tree and floated away through the forest.
They were preparing dinner and laughing and talking together when they heard the sound of a horn.
"What can it be?" one asked.
"It sounds like the horn of a huntsman!" another cried.
As the sound came nearer, the three little gnomes stamped upon their fire and put it out so that no one would discover their home. Then they climbed upon the trunk of the tree and ran along it to where they could see across an open space in the forest without being seen themselves. And when the sound of the horn drew very close, they saw a little boy climb through the thick bushes.
As the little boy came out into the open space the three little gnomes saw that he was crying.
"He must be lost!" said the first little gnome.
"He looks very tired and hungry!" said the second little gnome.
"Let us go and ask him!" said the third little gnome.
So the three little gnomes scrambled down from the trunk of the fallen tree and went up to where the little boy had thrown himself upon the ground. They stood about him and watched him, for he had put his face in the crook of his arm and was crying.
Finally one of the little gnomes sat down in front of the little boy and spoke to him.
"I am lost!" the little boy said. "My father went hunting yesterday with all his men and when they were out of sight I took my little horn and followed them, but I soon lost their track, and I have wandered about with nothing to eat. Last night I climbed into a tree and slept!"
The three little gnomes wiped the little boy's eyes and led him to their home under the fallen tree. There they finished preparing the dinner and sat about until the little boy had eaten and had fallen asleep.
Then the three little gnomes carried him into their house, away back in the trunk of the tree, and placed him upon one of their little beds.
When the three little gnomes had finished their dinner they lit their pipes and wondered how they might help the little boy find his way home.
"Let us go to old Wizzy Owl and see if he can suggest anything!" said one.
"Yes, brothers," cried another, "Let us go to old Wizzy Owl."
So the three little gnomes went to the home of Wizzy Owl and Wizzy Owl said he would fly high above the forest and try and see the little boy's home.
"I cannot see his home!" cried Wizzy Owl. "Maybe Fuzzy Fox can tell you!"
So the three little gnomes went to the home of Fuzzy Fox and Fuzzy Fox said he would run through the forest and see if he could find the little boy's home. So Fuzzy Fox ran through the forest, but could not find the little boy's home. "But," said Fuzzy Fox, "I came upon a wounded deer who told me that a party of huntsmen had passed through the forest yesterday and had shot her with an arrow." So the three little gnomes went to see the wounded deer and they washed the wound the arrow had made and bound it up for her.
Then the three little gnomes sat upon Fuzzy Fox's back and he ran on through the forest with them until they came to a wild boar.
The wild boar had been crippled by the huntsmen, he told the three little gnomes, but had managed to hide himself in the thick bushes and escape. "It must have been the little boy's father and his men," said the wild boar. "I am sorry that I am wounded for I would like to help him!"
Then Fuzzy Fox ran with the three little gnomes through the forest and they met a wounded bear, and a wounded squirrel, and five or six wounded bunny rabbits, and they all told the three little gnomes that the huntsmen had shot them with arrows and that they just managed to escape.