The Littlest Bubble

Waterfall Lady falling down

With thousand bubbles in your crown,

Laugh your bubbles round and cool

Big and small into the pool.

Bubbles, bubbles floating down the stream

Bubbles, bubbles tell your rainbow dream.

This is a story about a bubble, a very little bubble; in fact, it was the littlest bubble ever seen.

“I am so small,” he whispered as he left his bubbly waterfall mother and floated down the stream with all the other bubbles. “Look at my bubble brothers and sisters; they have big rainbow dreams. My rainbow dream can hardly be seen.” Now, as he was lamenting his tiny size, a wind blew out of the north and picked up the bubbles and floated them down the country stream, past green willows dipping their roots in the water. They passed river otter burrows hidden near the shore, and then they traversed through fertile green valleys.

On and on, they floated until they came to a place where the water did not move so freely, for an industrious beaver had built a dam that blocked most of the stream’s flow. Sitting on the shore under the shade of a cottonwood tree were a little girl and boy having a scrumptious picnic lunch.

“Look,” the boy cried, “Bubbles! Let’s catch them.” The girl jumped up and began to chase after the big bubbles. Soon, there was much giggling and splashing as they waded into the shallows to pop the bubbles.

Bubbles, Bubbles, the biggest bubbles ever seen,

Bubbles, bubbles, and tell your rainbow dream.”

It wasn’t long until all the big bubbles were gone. They were no more than a wish in the little girl’s hands, no more than a rainbow for a boy to take to dreamland.

And what about the littlest bubble? The children had not seen him; they had not caught his rainbow dream. So, there he was, all alone, floating past the beaver dam and further down the stream.

“Why,” he thought, “I am so little I did not get caught.” On and on, he floated until the stream reached the sea. And there the waves took him out into the bay far beyond the shore to where the sea-fairies danced and played.

One sea-fairy was busy stirring a pot of rainbow pearl paint when the littlest bubble floated by, and his little rainbow dream caught a sea- fairy’s eye. “Just what I need to color my pot of rainbow pearl paint,” the frothy green sea-fairy said. And she picked him out of the air and popped him in her pot. And with a whirl to the right and a swirl to the left, the littlest bubble helped to make a pot of rainbow pearl paint that the sea-fairy would use to paint the beautiful pearls in their oyster homes deep, deep down in the sea.

Waterfall Lady falling down

With thousand bubbles in your crown,

Laugh your bubbles round and cool

Big and small into the pool.

Bubbles, bubbles, floating down the stream

Bubbles, bubbles, tell your rainbow dream.