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Updated: May 22, 2025
He sang, he put his feet on the table he clamoured to 'go walky'. The conversation was something like this: 'Look here about that Sand-fairy Look out! he'll have the milk over. Milk removed to a safe distance. 'Yes about that Fairy No, Lamb dear, give Panther the narky poon. Then Cyril tried. 'Nothing we've had yet has turned out He nearly had the mustard that time!
They looked and they looked, and, though they found their seaside spades, nowhere could they find the Sand-fairy.
I hope this doesn't often happen, but I daresay it has happened sometimes, even to you! The next day was very wet too wet to go out, and far too wet to think of disturbing a Sand-fairy so sensitive to water that he still, after thousands of years, felt the pain of once having his left whisker wetted.
It had ears like a bat's ears, and its tubby body was shaped like a spider's and covered with thick soft fur and it had hands and feet like a monkey's. It told the children whose names were Cyril, Robert, Anthea, and Jane that it was a Psammead or sand-fairy. And it had been buried in the sand for thousands of years.
'Humph! said the Sand-fairy. Do you know, until I heard you being disagreeable to each other just over my head, and so loud too, I really quite thought I had dreamed you all. I do have very odd dreams sometimes. 'Do you?'Jane hurried to say, so as to get away from the subject of disagreeableness. 'I wish, she added politely, 'you'd tell us about your dreams they must be awfully interesting.
"I'm really afraid I can't manage it," it said apologetically; "I must be out of practice." The children were horribly disappointed. "Oh, do try again!" they said. "Well," said the Sand-fairy, "the fact is, I was keeping back a little strength to give the rest of you your wishes with. If you'll be contented with one wish a day among the lot of you I daresay I can screw myself up to it.
Do you agree to that?" "Yes, oh yes!" said Jane and Anthea. The boys nodded. They did not believe the Sand-fairy could do it. You can always make girls believe things much easier than you can boys. It stretched out its eyes farther than ever, and swelled and swelled and swelled. "I do hope it won't hurt itself," said Anthea. "Or crack its skin," Robert said anxiously.
And that was how it happened that, though all the children meant to tell their mother about the Sand-fairy, somehow or other she never got to know. There were other reasons why she never got to know, but these come later. The next day Uncle Richard came and took them all to Maidstone in a wagonette all except the Lamb. Uncle Richard was the very best kind of uncle.
He had no difficulty in finding the Sand-fairy, for the day was already so hot that it had actually, for the first time, come out of its own accord, and was sitting in a sort of pool of soft sand, stretching itself, and trimming its whiskers, and turning its snail's eyes round and round. "Ha!" it said when its left eye saw Robert; "I've been looking for you. Where are the rest of you?
Everyone was very much relieved when the Sand-fairy, after getting so big that it almost filled up the hole in the sand, suddenly let out its breath and went back to its proper size. "That's all right," it said, panting heavily. "It'll come easier to-morrow." "Did it hurt much?" said Anthea. "Only my poor whisker, thank you," said he, "but you're a kind and thoughtful child. Good day."
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