Once there was a beautiful blue candle that lived in a box in
the kitchen of a great mansion. His life was simple. He enjoyed
chatting with the other candles and watching the sunlight move from
one side of the room to the other. Many evenings he watched as
other candles were taken and placed in shiny, sparkling candle
holders. The butler would take a match and light their wicks. The
glow from the candles was brilliant giving off a lovely brightness
similar to the sunshine he watched during the day. The butler would
then whisk them away through the kitchen door. The next morning the
little blue candle would see the empty holders sitting on the
Little blue, as he was called by his friends, imagined that
the candles that left the night before went to a very fancy place,
a place where people admired and appreciated the warm glow of a
candle and how their light made the room look special and inviting
just as the sun did almost everyday for him. He believed that these
candles glowed forever. How he longed to go with them.
Night after night he waited to be chosen but each evening
he was left in the box. Red, green, gold and silver candles were
taken. Orange, yellow and even purple had their turn. Little blue
gave up wishing.
Then it happened. The butler walked into the kitchen one
evening, walked up to the box and picked up Little Blue along with
some of his friends. They were not placed in the regular candle
holders. The butler took out a gorgeous candelabra and Little Blue
was placed in the center position above the rest of the candles. He
felt so proud and excited.
The butler lit a match and then each candle was lit, with
Little Blue being the last. The glow felt very warm to him. The
candles in the candelabra were carried to a large room with many
people and set down on a sturdy oak table. The people around
Little Blue didn’t really seem to notice the beautiful glow. They
were having fun laughing and dancing.
Little Blue started looking around the room to find his
friends who had left the kitchen all those nights before. He could
not see any of them. They were not there. Little Blue wondered
where they had gone.
Soon he noticed that his friends were shrinking. “That is
strange” he thought, “my friends are getting shorter. Oh my, so
am I.” Little Blue continued to shrink as his light became dimmer
and dimmer and soon all that was left of Little Blue was a tiny
stub with a not so bright glow.
All of the people had left the room but Little Blue hadn’t
noticed. The butler blew out the candles including little Blue. He
then carried the candelabra to the pantry. The candle stubs were
removed and dropped in a bucket. When the room was quiet Little
Blue looked around and saw that he was in a bucket with the remains
of the candles that had been taken out of the kitchen on so many
nights before. “So this is where we end up. We don’t glow forever.
We melt and are thrown away. Our lives as candles have ended. How
very sad.” thought Little Blue as the sun started to peek through
Just as Little Blue finished that thought, the butler came
into the pantry, lifted the bucket filled with the candle stubs and
carried it to the back door. A very beautiful woman was waiting at
This woman had a certain kindness to her face. She was wearing a
blue woolen cape and her head was covered with silk veils that hid
her hair. She smiled and took the bucket from the butler and then
carried it away with her.
The next thing Little Blue knew he was being warmed in a
very large pot. His wax was intermingling with the wax of all of
the other candle stubs. There was no more distinct color. All the
colors had melted together and turned a greenish brown. “Oh how
awful to be this color” thought Little Blue.
Little Blue could see the kind face of the woman who had
picked up the bucket looking down smiling as she stirred the wax.
He could see her hair now as golden and bright as the sunlight. She
had sparkling wings just like an angel. “She is an angel” thought
Little Blue. Suddenly it didn’t matter what color he was.
The woman left her stirring and went to a shelf and picked
up a golden shaker of some kind. She brought it to the pot and
started shaking a sparkling powder into the pot. In a second the
wax had turned from that awful greenish brown to a stunning golden
This golden wax was then poured into forms. When the wax
hardened the forms were removed. Little Blue was placed by a
mirror on a shelf. He was so surprised at what he saw. He had been
transformed into a delicate, golden dove. He looked around and saw
that all of his candle friends had gone through this same
Little Blue was so happy with this new form. He had always
thought that his candle life was all there was. He soon was able to
see that this new life as a beautiful delicate dove, would be much
happier and so much more peaceful. He was content to sit and
decorate the shelf watching the sun move from one side of the room
to the other enjoying the light that shone off of his golden
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