Once upon a time a faraway girl sighed that she liked short stories, so, a long long way away, and we do not know how he heard her, a boy wrote a story for her. His stomach was full of butterflies, his chest churned like an over-full washing machine. He hopes she likes it.
fairy tale
Fairy tale
You’re a wolf!
Yes, I am. And?
Well, I’m terrified!
Why?
You’re a wolf!
How many do you know?
You’re the first.
And your last.
Tell me a story
Daddy, tell me the story of the ninja horse.”
“I don’t know that one.”
“The princess, the sword and the unicorn.”
“Or that one.”
“Mummy knows them.”
“Clever Mummy. What about the one where Jack’s beans talk?”
“No.”
“The one where poor little Nick never gets chosen but one day the teddy bears pick Nick?”
“OK. But only if they live happily ever after. And together.”
“OK.”
“I like together.”
simonsalento 