Farla and the Flannel
Nightgown
Once there lived a very poor
family named the Criptons.
It was almost Christmas back in
old Kentucky where the Criptons lived.
The Criptons had a daughter and
a son. The daughters’ name was Farla, but the son was twenty-three years old
and they still hadn’t decided on a name for him.
Anyhow, Farla had always wanted
a flannel nightgown so she could walk past all the others with her nose in the
air and say, “I’ll bet you didn’t get
one of these for Christmas.” Every Christmas she would hope against hope that
they had a flannel nightgown hidden somewhere in the house. This attitude
bothered the Criptons. They were afraid Farla would grow up to be selfish and
picky.
That night, while they were all
asleep, there was an awful clatter. It awoke Farla.
“It’s alright,” said a soft
voice. It was the voice of the Clumsy Flannel Fairy, for she was the one who
had caused that awful racket.
Farla said, “You probably
brought me some mittens or a blossom, like everyone else, and not a flannel
nightgown.”
“No, no,” said the fairy; “but
if you want a flannel nightgown you must work for it.”
“If that’s what it takes,” said
Farla; then the fairy flew off.
Farla worked and worked every
day until that night when everyone impatiently waited to open their presents.
Farla was asked to open hers first. She did, and it was a flannel nightgown!
She was so happy she could have kissed the fairy. She was nowhere in sight, but
in her heart Farla was thankful.
The End
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