A story in rhyme A tree crashed, the ice smashed! Missy and her kittens dashed, They slid on the moving ice, The sensation wasn't nice! The ice was flowing to the river, The cats' paws could only slither, Missy Cat had begun to shiver, Kittens paws had begun to dither. Now at the top of the tree, Stood the tattered fairy for all to see. Made by loving hands long ago, A distant Christmas white with snow. Missy Cat wondered "Why?" A paper fairy could really fly. "Because the man was kind, Love and unselfishness filled his mind." 2nd and over grade Full color illustrations by Patricia M. Eichler talented American artist, author and painter