Ella and Esen the Wind Fairy

It was a dull and rainy afternoon, and watching from her bedroom window stood a little girl whose name was Ella. She sighed as the dark grey clouds drifted slowly overhead. In the distance she could see the sunshine peeking through. The rain began to slow down, and suddenly a beautiful rainbow stretched itself across the sky as if by magic.

Ella stared. “Is there really anything at the end of a rainbow?” she thought to herself. She smiled and continued to watch as the rainbow slowly vanished.

When bedtime came, Ella climbed into her bed and pulled the duvet tightly around herself so that she was warm and cosy. “Goodnight, sweetheart,” said Mum, as she bent down to give Ella a kiss.

It wasn’t long before Ella was asleep. She started to dream about the rainbow she had seen earlier. “Is there anything at the end of a rainbow?” she mumbled in her sleep.

“Why yes,” answered a friendly voice. “Fairyland is at the end of the rainbow. Let me introduce myself: my name is Esen; I am a wind fairy. A lot of grown-ups don’t believe in fairies, but we really do exist.”

“I’ve never spoken to a fairy before. What is a wind fairy?” said Ella.

“I make the wind blow,” said Esen. “It’s a very important job. Without the wind, how would a windmill grind the flour, a sailing ship move across the sea, the children fly the kites and the rain clouds get blown away?”

“Are there other fairies like you?” said Ella.

“Yes, there are rain, sun and snow fairies. They are my best friends. There are fairies for anything you can think of,” said Esen.

“Is there a hair fairy, a toilet fairy, a washing-up fairy and a book fairy?” said Ella in disbelief.

“Yes, yes, yes and yes,” laughed Esen.”

“Now don’t forget: when you wake up tomorrow morning, tell all your friends and family about the fairies that live at the end of the rainbow. Goodbye, dear Ella, I must go now. Sleep tight,” said Esen.

So Ella slept peacefully for the rest of the night until the morning sunshine glowed into her bedroom and woke her up.

She pulled the curtains back and laughed aloud as a huge gust of wind took a large shirt off the washing line. It soared into the air and then fell gently onto Bertie the dog, who was dozing on the floor. “Oh dear! It looks like Esen is a mischievous fairy,” laughed Ella, as she ran down the stairs to tell her mum all about the dream.