"But Mommy! Why cannot I stay up like Rose and Frodo? I am old enough!" Goldilocks said with a pout on her face. Seconds later, Goldilocks yawns loudly. Her mother just chuckles softly and wrap the blanket around her. "You go to sleep, little one. Tomorrow is Mr. Frodo's birthday. It is going to be a long day tomorrow. Good night." Her mother said as she kisses her on the forehead. Goldilocks watch her mother leave her room. "But...mommy . . . I am not tired." Goldilocks said sleepily. Minutes later, Goldilocks was asleep.
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Flowers. I smell flowers. Did Mommy leave flowers by my bed again? I open her eyes. I was lying in flowers and grass. The flowers were so high and so beautiful. The flowers were almost like my bed. I got to my feet and looked upward. The sun was so bright and the sky was so blue. Butterflies and bright colored birds seem to full the sky. I hear songs in the air. The birds seem to add to the songs like Daddy's flute. I loved these types of dreams where no dark monsters or scary things. I giggle as she starts to run along the flowers and butterflies. I passes steams, ponds, and trees. I run like I never ran.
The trees appears as the flowers disappears. The trees were tall and gray. Their leaves were greenish gold. It seems to me that the forest was coming to an end when she finally stops and gasp at the sight she saw. It was a city! Daddy told her that cities were big. The biggest city in the entire world! The city was shiny like a raindrop in the sun. WOW! I notice a stone stairway at her feet. This was a great dream. I made my way down the stairs to the city. I notice a house that wasn't very big but just like the city. It was pretty. The garden was neat and full with flowers and vegetables. A pond was at the edge of the garden. A figure was reading a book next the pond. The figure was sitting on a stone chair of sort. My curiosity got the best of her. I move closer to the figure. The figure was a hobbit. Daddy says you can always tell a hobbit by his feet. Yup, he had hairy feet. He was so thin for a hobbit. His skin was pale. He must stay in his house a lot. His hair was brown and grey. He must be old but he did not have any old skin.
He looks so familiar! It could not be anyone from the Shire. I would have known them. I know! I know! I know! He is Mr. Frodo! I saw a picture of him. My daddy hangs a picture of him over the fireplace.
Mr. Frodo! I ran over and give Mr. Frodo a hug. "Mr. Frodo! Mr. Frodo! You are alive! Daddy is going to be so happy. Do you know what? Tomorrow is your birthday and we going to have a big party. I going to wear my new dress! It is so pretty. Mommy sews it but I helped!" I look up at Mr. Frodo. Mr. Frodo was too quiet. Daddy always says that Mr. Frodo was quiet. Mr. Frodo was surprise. I wonder why, he was surprise. "Whom may I ask are you?" Mr. Frodo said gently. "My name is Goldilocks Gamgee, Mr. Frodo. I have five brothers and sisters. Their names are Elanor, Frodo, Rose, Merry and Pippin. Rose is my best friend in the entire Shire. You know what, Mommy is going to have another baby! Isn't that great, Mr. Frodo!" I said with a big smile on my face. Mr. Frodo remove his book from his lap and sat me on his lap.
He picks my chin and he look at my face. His eyes were so blue! It was almost like the sky. "You have Rosie's hair and her smile. You have your father's eyes and his heart. How old are you, Ms. Goldilocks Gamgee" Mr. Frodo said with a smile. He is teasing me! "My name is Goldilocks! I am ten years old, Mr. Frodo. I know my letters and my numbers. Daddy taught me and he says you taught him. Daddy told me you tell stories, Mr. Frodo! Can you tell me a story, Mr. Frodo!" I said. Mr. Frodo laughs. "You have quite a mouth, Goldilocks. Is there anything else you like to tell me anything else?" Mr. Frodo said. I open my mouth and then shut it. I did not know what to say!
Mr. Frodo just smile. "There is one thing, Mr. Frodo. Why did you leave? Daddy and Mommy are so sad when your birthday comes around. I think they miss you so much!" I said with a pout. Most of the time, if I pout . . . I can get anything I want. But Mr. Frodo was quiet for a long time. "I hurt really bad. I need to go somewhere to feel better. It was place far away from your home. This place is where I cannot come back." Mr. Frodo said. "But...But . . . " I said.
"Shh...little one." Mr. Frodo said as he place his finger on my mouth. "What done, is done. Now, did you say earlier you want to hear a story?" Mr. Frodo said with a smile. "Oh, yes! Tell me about the elves or the great kings and queens. I love the stories with princesses." I said. Mr. Frodo just laugh.
"One day, a thirsty ant went to the river to drink. To reach the river he had to climb down the steep bank on a blade of grass. Halfway down he slipped and fell into the swirling waters. A Dove, perched in a nearby tree, saw the ant's desperate plight. Quickly she plucked a leaf from the tree and foppred it into the river, close to the ant. The ant was able to climb up on the leaf and float safely to shore.
As soon as he was on dry land, the ant saw a hunter of birds hiding behind a tree with a net in his hand. Seeing that the dove was in danger, he crawled up to the hunter and bit him on his heel. The startled hunter dropped his net, and the dove flew off. The dove, perched safely in the tree, called down the ant, "Thank you, my little friend."
said"Not at all," said the ant. "One good turn deserved another." Mr. Frodo said as he finish his story. My eyes were getting heavy. No! I must not fall asleep! Mr. Frodo would disappear! "Sleep, little Goldilocks." Mr. Frodo said. "But...But . . . I am...not...tired." I said. My eyes closed as I heard a voice whisper into my ear.
"Sweet dreams to you. It is pleasure to meet you, little Goldilocks."
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The sunlight hit her eyes. She groans as she rubs her eyes. She sits up on her bed and her eyes wide with surprise! The dream! Mr. Frodo! Wow, what a dream! Maybe if I am a good girl, I get to see Mr. Frodo again.
Sweet dreams to you, too! I will see you soon!
The End.
A/N: The story is one of Aesop's tales (The Dove and The Ant). Not as good as The Letter in my opinion. I still enjoy writing this. :)
