he lagged behind, fascinated by the toys in the shops that lined the way.
Come child come
His father looked at him red-eyed, in his familiar tyrant’s way. His mother, melted by the free spirit of the day was tender,
“I want that toy"
“Look, child, what is before you! "It was a flowering mustard-field, pale leek melting gold as it sweet across miles and miles of even land. A group of dragon-flies were bustling about on their gaudy purple wings, intercepting the flight of a lone black bee or butterflying search of sweetness from the flowers.
He is attracted by the little insects and worms along the footpath that were teeming out from their hiding places to enjoy the sunshine
Come child come
As soon as he enters the grove, a shower of flowers greets him, and he holds out his hand to catch the petals.he heard the cooing of doves and ran towards his parents,