HAPPY 



I had wheeled about and started home, when I 

 caught sight of the Master wandering dreamily in his 

 garden. Then immediately I knew that the fragrance 

 came from his beautiful roses. Many a time had I 

 flown over the place, marveling at the flowers. Indeed, 

 I had gathered honey from the honeysuckle that 

 climbed on the walls of his house and from the crpe- 

 myrtle hard by. But the roses ah, the roses! I 

 loved to drop into their hearts and to breathe the sweet 

 breath of their lives. So again, without thinking, I 

 flew down and down until I reached the garden and 

 sank into a rose to rest. I felt tired, ever so tired. 

 When I emerged there was the Master fondling a rose; 

 I circled slowly past him and around him. He saw 

 me at once, and a tender look came into his eyes. 

 Reluctantly I left him caressing his roses, and flew 

 rapidly home. 



