There’s always something magical at this moment when a box of clay turns into a shaped body.
-We have to dress you up and keep you warm. We need to hurry, before your wings will start to grow. – said little butterfly
-My wings will grow? So I am a fairy?- ask little one
-No, my dear, you are not a fairy. You are an elf. And you need to warm up, unless you don`t want your wings grow!
