Soon he was dried and warmed. He spread his glittering wings, rose into the air, and sailed away to play with his cousins and catch moths—a Pool Dragon no longer, but a shining Dragon-fly.
GOLD BROOM AND WHITE BROOM
On a piece of waste land lived the Broom cousins.
"My leaves are bigger than yours," said Gold Broom to White Broom.
"Size is not everything," said White Broom to Gold Broom; they were always sparring at one another.
Buds came on the branches. Then the flowers sprang out and danced in the sunshine.
"How pale and small your children are!" said Gold Broom to White Broom. "Mine are golden and well grown. See how strong and happy they look."
"Yellow is such a common colour," said White Broom to Gold Broom. "White is much more refined. My children are not overgrown, but they are dainty. And how sweetly they are scented!"
The bees and moths came flying amongst the flowers, unrolling their long tongues and sipping up the honey.