"... and they live happily ever after." Daddy says, ending the story of Sleeping Beauty.
"Another one please, daddy. Read me another one, pretty please?" Camelia begged her dad.
"No, honey. That's already the third story tonight. Go to sleep now my girl." Daddy says firmly.
"Awwwww...." Camelia starts to frown and give her best puppy eyes.
"Can't we have just another one, Mummy?"
"I'm sorry sweetie. I know how much you love story time but it's getting late." Mummy replied.
"C'mon, be a good girl now. We'll read Pinocchio tomorrow night, okay?" Daddy comforts his 8 year old girl while tucking her into her comfy bed.
Camelia smiles and crawled under her soft, fluffy blanket.
"Goodnight and sweet dreams Camelia"
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Camelia loves fairy tales and nursery rhymes to the extend that she can remember every detail of each story. She never gets bored of listening to the same stories and often dreams to be in one of the story. Her room is decorated with many nursery rhymes posters and also some of her drawings on fairy tales.
"Ring-a-ring of roses, a pocket fill of roses. A-thishoo, Athishoo! We all fall down."
"Huh? What?: Camelia mumbles sleepily as she heard a familiar nursery rhyme.
"Ring-a-ring of roses, a pocket fill of roses. A-thishoo, Athishoo! We all fall down."
Camelia was wide awake now. She looks around and saw a group of pixies, holding each other hand under the tree.
Shock as she is, Camelia rubs her eyes in disbelief as the pixies giggling out loud.
"Am I in fairy world?" Camelia wondered.
She bravely walk to the pixies and thought that her love for nursery rhymes and fairy tales are too much that she's beginning to dream of them too.
Then she saw something really huge that caught her eye.
"Why. that's the big shoe with an old woman in it!" Camelia says as she walked nearer to inspect.
She saw an old woman and children running around. The old woman was distributing broth to the children. Camelia walked around the giant shoes, amazed with what she saw. Without notice, she bumped on to the old woman. Old as she was, she is very grumpy too!
"Why you little rascal! No broth for you today! Go to the bed NOW!" the woman shouts at Camelia and waves the ladle at her.
The old woman must have thought that Camelia was one of her children and then she was dragged into the shoe-house and tucked into bed.
"But...but..." Camelia protested.
"No buts young lady! Go to sleep!"
Camelia was afraid of her so she have to choice but to stay in bed until the coast was clear. After a while, the old lady was outside distributing broth to other children again. Camelia took her chance to runaway from the horrible place.
Down she went, deeper into the forest....
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Interesting? Should I continue?
