Once there was a child named Happy. Where ever the child would go people would warmly smile and say hello. They enjoyed having such a pleasant young person in their village. The animals would often wag their tails and want to nuzzle and play, for Happy was always so kind and gentle toward them. Happy enjoyed the bright colors and sweet smell of flowers. When Happy came upon flowers that had been bent over, it was never a burden to prop them up with a stick or stone so they could once again hold their bright faces up to the sun.

Through the years Happy learned to be very patient and sincere when helping younger children. Happy knew how to teach them to be confident in everything they did. The children loved Happy for that.

As Happy continued to grow, lessons on how to comfort those in need were gathered. Ill people and injured animals always felt safer and relaxed in Happy’s company. How to give just what was needed and how to best be of help became easier an easier. Everyone in the village was glad to have Happy in their lives. They all agreed that the world was a better place because Happy was in it.

From Home

The Happy Child was written for my younger son when he was four years old. I wanted it to be a simple depiction of what a happy child looked like. He has enjoyed this story very much, especially since my nickname for him has been "Happy".