Elfin Grove

Off she went into the grove to look for her youngest brother but instead of a gloomy grove of firs, a delightful garden, where flowers and shrubs of every kind grew upon turf of the softest green; colorful butterflies flew around her, the birds sang sweetly, and, what was the strangest, the prettiest little fairies were dancing in rings upon the shady spots beneath the trees. In the middle there was a palace that dazzled her eyes with its brightness.