by Connor, age 4
There once was a little princess with blonde hair and blue eyes. Her name was Bella. She lived in a big castle all by herself. Her parents, the king and queen lived there too, but there were no other children. She had no brothers or sisters to play with.
Bella had many rooms of the castle all to herself. One room had a soccer field in it with soccer balls and goal posts. She could play a game of soccer any time she wanted! But there was no one to play soccer with.
One room had shelf after shelf in it covered in books. She could read any book she wanted because this room had them all. During the day, she didn’t have anyone to read to her though, so she always had to wait until bedtime when her parents would read her a story before tucking her in for the night.
One room had a real fire engine in it! It was a huge room and she was able to drive the fire engine around the room. Her favorite part was pushing in the button to the siren and hearing the fire engine sound off with, “Neenah, Neenah!” But it would have been more fun of she had someone to share it with.
Another room of hers had a mini airplane in it! The room was very big with really high ceilings, she could climb into the airplane and fly around the room whenever she wanted to. At first, she really liked doing this, but it got boring with no one to join her in the fun.
Bella even had a room that had a huge pool in it for swimming. But Bella didn’t swim very often. There was no one to play swimming games with or to show off her dives from the diving board to.
One day, her mommy had a surprise for her. She had invited a small group of children over who were all the same age as Bella! Bella had so much fun playing with the children and the children loved playing with Bella and all of her fun things. The children lived next door and said they could come over often. Bella was very happy to have some new friends to play with and she didn’t feel so lonely anymore.
Monday, 6 September 2010
The Lonely Princess
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