One day in the middle of winter Mr Micks filled his small kettle up with water to make a cup of hot coffee. As it was really cold he put the kettle of to boil, then went and got a cup out of the cupboard, put this on his small tray and put two biscuits on his small plate whilst he was waiting for the kettle to boil. Putting a very small spoon of coffee into his cup he then got some milk and mixed them together.Then he went to fetch the kettle of water and filled his cup up, giving it a stir. Sitting down in his easy chair with his plate of biscuits and eating them. Also having his coffee. 'I'm very nice,' said Mr Micks to himself.

Now outside the wind was blowing very hard, so hard and noisy you could not go out. It was howling around the house. Mr Micks got up, he went to look out of the window, he saw the trees bending down so low that they nearly touched the ground.

People were passing his house to get to their houses. The people were holding on to their hats so that they would not blow away.

'How silly they are,' said Mr Micks to himself, 'going out in this wind.' 'Well I am not going out,' he said once again out loud. He went back by the fire to drink the rest of his coffee.

Then all of a sudden there was a big banging noise upstairs. 'Oh dear, what is that.' He put his cup down and went to investigate upstairs. As he was climbing the stairs he heard another banging noise. Wondering what it was he looked around the top stairs and his bedroom. He looked out of the window, he looked in his bathroom thinking the window had blown out, everything seemed OK. 'But I'm sure I heard banging up here.' The banging noise still kept on. Saying to himself: I wonder what it is?' he was very bothered. One big jerk and next thing he knew he was flying across the fields at the back of his garden. I am the wind. I am taking you to a nice place to live.' 'Oh,' said

Mr Micks to the wind, 'but I do not want to move. I am happy here, I mean where I was.' 'Oh,' laughed the wind, 'you were happy were you,' and he lifted the little house, the size of a matchbox, up into the sky with Mr Micks in it.

It flew over meadow and field, passed a lot of houses, but all the time Mr Micks was very unhappy and did not like it at all. 'Wind, wind, put me down,' he called. The wind took no notice. Mr Micks looked through the window and to his surprise he saw that his house was coming down to land. The wind was now very gentle. Plop, he was down. He looked through the window and saw to his surprise he was with a lot of other houses just like his. 'Where am I,' he opened his door and there was the fairy who had been kind to him, who had helped him before.

'Welcome to Fairyland,' she said with a kind smile and gave a little bob. 'You have come to live with us now. You see you are too small to live where you were living, so I sent the wind to fetch you here.' 'Well,' said Mr Micks, 'that is very kind of you,' and gave a little bow. 'That's alright,' said the fairy, 'you will be able to have all the things you would want here. Your size too.'

Do you think that was a kind thing to do? I do!