by Sarah Earlene Shere, Hosanna Heralds, ©2022
(Nov. 4, 2022) — The tiny door of Mother Bramble’s house flew open wide, sending in a gust of wind and a yellow leaf. Mother Bramble caught the leaf just before it reached her best china (which, in truth, were bits of broken dishes her late husband had found in an abandoned home in the country). “Snicklefritz, shut that door! What do you mean by bursting in that way?”
The young pixie shut the door behind himself with a kick of his foot, his arms being full of scraps of cloth. Dropping his armful of goods on the mushroom table, he chattered excitedly. “Sorry, Mother. I was just so anxious to get these inside before the rain started, and so eager to show them to you. Aren’t they fine pieces of cloth? This one’s my favorite, for it has a gold button!”
Mother Bramble sorted through his treasure with a smile. “Yes, they are fine. But where did you find them?”
Snicklefritz suddenly became very grave (an unusual trait for a pixie). “Never mind that, Mother. Can you make me a suit with these scraps?”
The mother, noting the shades of blue and gray, eyed her son suspiciously. “You went to that field again, didn’t you?”
The lad lowered his head. “Yes, but there was no one there. They’ve all gone or…been…taken away. So many nice things have been left behind. It’s such a sad place. I’d like to bring something good out of it.”
Mother Bramble smiled and patted her son on the cheek. “Yes, my dear, we shall bring good out of it!”