There once lived a girl whose father was a baker. She had her pick of the most delicious cakes in the world. She ate and ate and ate.
Then one day, there was word in town about thieves stealing cakes. So, the girl ate and ate and ate until she floated up in the sky. She then took her father’s hand and gathered all of his cakes. Together, they flew away to the neighboring towns and warned the other bakers.
After visiting nine towns, the girl and her father flew home. Just in time for dinner and dessert. There, they found waiting for them all of the bakers from the other towns with their best cakes in celebration of their safety and the return of the girl and her father. The girl ate and ate and ate as she had her pick of the most delicious cakes in the world.
I wish I were a butterfly Soaring up in the sky Light as air Without a care Visiting my love My one and only dove Whenever I could I know I would Light as air What a pair If only I were a butterfly Flying in clouds high
Morty and Lucy are two of a kind Who knew when they met Their lives would intertwine Morty likes numbers And Lucy likes words Together they seek the world’s many wonders Morty and Lucy have lots of laughter The two of them fly Living happily ever after
“Have you been naughty or nice?”
I wake up to see a smile full of sharp, yellow teeth. He’s standing at the foot of the bed with an axe covered in blood. With a gasp, I bolt toward the door. His long nails claw my hair as I run, almost tripping on the hardwood floor. My heart pounds as I sprint toward the stairway. If only I can make it downstairs.
“Have you been naughty or nice?” His voice is close and I can smell his rotting breath behind me. SLAM. The axe crashes into the wall within an inch from my right ear. The stairs seem a mile long. Instead of taking one step at a time, I can take two or maybe even three. I have to. But would I make it? I take a deep breath and jump over as many as I can. I need to fly.
The monster’s talons grab a hold of my left shoulder. I fall back on a step and tumble down the remaining flight of stairs. The back of my head hits the bottom of the staircase. Lying there with my head throbbing, I see large eyes and a wide bear trap smile.
“Have you been naughty or nice?” he purrs as he raises the axe.