The Tale of a Child
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The rain slowly eased itself down from the roof’s crusty brown gutter to the muttering patio beneath it. Little Sally Grae sighed in frustration and boredom as she watched the rain in its travels. It had been raining as long as she could recall and each dreary second that passed was taking a toll on her sanity. Six-year-olds were meant to prance around in the fresh green grass with the sun tenderly beaming on their faces. They were meant to climb towering trees that reached the great blue sky and to chase fuzzy little bunnies in the meadows. Surely their purpose was not to sit on stools by the window, staring enviously at the rain dancing and teasing in the wonderful outdoors. The longing to feel the cozy, warm beams of sunlight on her arms and chubby face was very evident on her countenance. She could barely even remember what that felt like. Since the rain had started, poor little Sally Grae sat on her too-high, hard-as-a-rock stool and leaned on the dusty, white windowpane with her delicate nose pressed into the glass. Her perfect forehead wrinkled in anger after a while. Oh, how merciless those drops of torture were! They danced with the leaves and then slowed down as if to stop, but as soon as the glimmer of hope and trust appeared in those big blue eyes, the drops shouted with flashes of light and danced more furiously. They enjoyed depriving the miserable girl of her sole purpose in life.
The wicked giants, who obviously did not care for the happiness of Sally Grae, applauded loudly for the dancers, which, to the little girl’s disappointment, encouraged them. At first, the giants frightened her and she quivered in fear and pulled her round face away from the window. However, after they clapped a few times more, she became angry at them for assisting the evil dancers in keeping her hostage in the lonely house. There was no grass nor meadows nor vast blue sky nor sweet sunlight in that dark place. How could she survive?
Soon, her mind began to play tricks on her too. Sally Grae shifted her weight on her burdensome stool, rested her chin on the palm of her hand, and placed her elbow on the windowpane. She blinked and suddenly she was back out in the sun, soaking it up, but she had no idea where she was. The ground was soft and fluffy, rather like cotton candy, and the sun seemed closer than ever before. The only thing she was able to recognize was the extremely loud banging. Little Sally Grae searched in vain and in anger for the culprit who was creating that devastating racket. A large, just-out-of-a-fairy-tale castle was nearby and her instincts led her right up to the enormous doorway that was a tad peculiar because there was no door! Sally Grae’s tiny little sneakers marched into this grand fortress ready to reveal her greatness to the unwanted delinquents. Two extravagant blue eyes hunted the open space for their prey. This clamor had gone on long enough. She was ready to enjoy her glorious kingdom once more.
Stepping through a doorway to her right came two immense giants booming with that familiar laughter. Sally Grae froze for only an instant. Then, with her hands on her hips, she stomped right up to the toes of one of the giants and kicked it with all of her might. The afflicted one peered down at the little crumb who tickled his tow. An extremely irate face greeted his curiosity with a scowl and suddenly both of the giants knew why she was in their realm. It was a game to them to be bothersome to this poor child and deprive her from the sun. It had been quite enjoyable a game for them. To squish the helpless girl now was against their laws, but no one was around and it would be so easy to make her a mini pancake. The two argued for a few minutes and decided to flatten the child. The vexed giant slowly elevated his foot while shocked and dreading eyes followed it. Yet, just as he was about to deprive the child of her sunlight forever, the glorious sun, leader and ruler of almost everything, came and gave the giants on look that told them that if better skedaddle before they turn into bacon. Quickly they obliged to his unspoken order and shrank away into the darkness of their dusty rooms.
With eyes with filled with happiness and excitement, little Sally Grae peered at her knight in shining armor of the day and gleefully expressed her gratitude to him with shouts of joy and the waving of her soft little hands. The sun just smiled mysteriously and nodded for her to go out of the tremendous castle. As she went on the fluffy ground again, the grand hero gently blew on her precious face and it reminded her of the sweet breezes in the meadow. Her eyelids slowly closed as she drank the wonderful memory. Upon opening those big blue eyes again, she found herself falling off of the way-too-hard stool and landing on the cold tiles. Confused and in pain from her fall, she glanced up quickly at the window. Soft beams of sunlight streamed in the glass and touched her face as she saw them. The smile that appeared on little Sally Grae’s face was one of an angel. The rain had fled from the sun. Timid hands reached up for the door knob that would lead the child to her kingdom. Opening the door and smelling the new freshness in the air was all she needed. She pranced around in her new kingdom with her newfound knowledge that it would never rain again, only be sunshine forever.
