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A Great Idea
Millie and Billy were playing with a ball in the garden when Millie suddenly stopped and said, "I've just had an idea."
"What is it?" Billy asked." "Why don't we ask mummy if she could put up the tent for us," Millie said. "We could stay in it until tea time." "But what about our lunch?" Billy asked.
"We could have a picnic in the tent," Millie replied.
"What about our afternoon nap?" Billy asked next.
"We could use the sleeping bags," Milly said. "So, what do you think?"
"I think it's a great idea," Billy said.
But when they asked her, mummy was not so sure it was a good idea.
"I think it's going to rain," she said, looking up at the grey clouds. But it wasn't
raining yet.
"Oh please mummy," Millie and Billy pleaded and, a little reluctantly, she agreed.
Millie and Billy helped mummy to put up the tent and put the sleeping bags inside.
They also helped her to make their picnic lunch. They prepared two lunchboxes, each containing a cheese sandwich, a piece of cake, a drink and an apple.
Once Millie and Billy were out in the tent it started raining. But it didn't matter. They ate their lunch listening to the pitter patter of the rain on the outside of the tent. It was lovely.
After lunch Millie and Billy both felt a bit sleepy. They took off their shoes, clambered into their sleeping bags and had a doze.
It was still raining and mummy came out under the cover of an umbrella to see how Millie and Billy were getting on. She peeked into the tent to find them both snuggled up in their sleeping bags, snoozing happily. Millie and Billy had been right, mummy had to agree. It had been a great idea to put the tent up.
(c) 2007 Tony Murrell
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| The Rainbow.
There was once a little girl who loved the rain.
She danced in the drops as they landed on her skin.
She skipped the rope in the puddles.
She stretched her arms out and spun around with an open mouth
to let the water tickle her tongue.
One day while the girl was twisting and turning underneath the
raindrops, a beautiful rainbow lit up her path.
She had always heard that there was a pot of gold at the end
of the rainbow.
She did not see a pot of gold.
She saw light streaks of many colours.
Red.
Blue.
Yellow.
While the girl was looking at the colors of the rainbow, it turned
into a bridge.
She began to walk towards the bridge that was all bright and shiny.
She danced across the bridge and disappeared into the red, blue and
yellow rays.
In that town, you can hear people talk about the little girl who loved
the rain.
You can also hear them talk about a bridge that leads to heaven.
The little girl crossed that bridge, and on a rainy day when the sun
peaks through the clouds, you can see and hear her dancing , swirling,
grinning and laughing.
You can just look.
(C) Copyright 2000 Rebecca Chamaa
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Nice story you have here...
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