The Bedtime Story

Once upon a time, there was a princess who lived in a castle. She went out every day to play by the fountain in the garden, but she always had to play by herself, because she wasn’t allowed to play with the servants, and there weren’t any other princesses her age.

One day she wanted to go outside, but the queen forbid it because of a lightning storm. Finally the storm ended, and the princess ran outside. A beautiful rainbow arced over the castle, and the raindrops glistened in the leaves of the apple trees like diamonds in the bright sunlight.

The princess sat on the side of the fountain and peered over to look for the goldfish she loved to feed pieces of bread. She saw only one, lazily flipping its tail as it swam in circles nearby. She pulled a smuggled piece of bread from her pocket and began to tear it into tiny pieces, dropping them into the water one at a time.

Suddenly, she heard a plop. The princess looked around on the surface of the water until she was where the ripples were coming from, but that was all she saw. Then a turtle popped into view from under the lily pads right in front of her, next to the fish.

She tore some larger pieces of bread for the turtle, and he took them gently from her fingers before disappearing into the depths of the fountain.

“And then what happened?” the little girl asked, sleepily, bundled up in her covers.

“You’ll have to wait until tomorrow to find out. Goodnight, sweetie.”

Cubing the Stories #15

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4 Comments on “The Bedtime Story”

  1. LRose says:

    AW! I wanna know more now. I do’wanna go t’bed. Pleeeeaaassseee….?


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