The quiet acorn 1/9

Dave Bell was writing a book. He’d often said that he’d write about Jennifer Jane’s adventures with the fairy folk and now he’d actually started. Every now and again he’d call down to her to come and clarify a part of the story that he wasn’t too sure about. Every now and again, Jennifer Jane would pop into the room to see how far he’d got.

“Why have you called the book “A Fall of Acorns?” asked Jennifer Jane looking over his shoulder.

“Well roughly two hundred years ago, a young boy wrote a poem to recite in front of his school. The last line was ‘Tall oaks from little acorns grow.’”

Jennifer Jane looked puzzled.

“It means that quite large events often have very small beginnings,” he explained. “For example, if you hadn’t thought you heard someone crying in the woods all that time ago, you might never have found Wilfred and then gone on to meet the rest of the fairy folk.”

He paused for a short while to think of another example.

“Then there was the first time you met Barnacle Bill,” he continued, "now that particular little acorn lead to all sorts of adventures, there were the fireworks he gave us, he told us how to get the dinghy rudder mended when it was broken and eventually we even got involved in that trouble with the goblin pirates.”

Jennifer Jane quite understood what he meant and left the room to go out and play. “I’m going off acorn hunting,” she laughed before running down the stairs.

At that moment nobody anywhere realised that the acorn that was to start her off on her next series of adventures had already fallen and quietly taken root!