Posted on September 18, 2018
The House on the Pebble
Once upon a time there was a little green house with no door or windows. Every day the little man who lived in the house would climb out from the little hole in the roof and jump down onto the pebble at the top of the tower. As you can imagine it was not a very long jump even for the man (his name was Christopher) who was only as tall as a thimble. Even so, once in a while, Christopher would hurt himself, and using the invisible green ladder, he would climb on the roof, jump back in the hole and call to his wife.
It was one of these such days that his wife was making cinnamon rolls in her little kitchen, and such a wonderful smell was wafting from it. Christopher came in and said to Eirisone (for that was her name), “My dear, my ankle is hurting again.” Eirisone replied, “Just take a seat on the floor and I will tend to your poor ankle once I get these rolls into the oven.”
And so Eirisone put the rolls into the oven to bake, and came running to Christopher to fix his ankle. And then she took the cinnamon rolls out of the oven and they ate a few. Then Eirisone put the rest in a basket and gave it to Christopher who climbed out of the little hole and jumped down onto the pebble and gave the cinnamon buns to their neighbors, the ants. Then he went back inside, this time unharmed. Husband and wife sat down by the fire and lived happily ever after.
Flora, age 11