*cuddles Hanner* I'm really proud of you for being a big brave girl and going to tell your daddy and school. It's really good that you're going to do that. *hugs*
I'm ok thanks Sarah.
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Yes please Sarah I'm a bit lost and confused at the moment.
I don't quite know enough english to tell people what's going on plus I'm a bit too hyper to tell anyone i think I'll try though i'm in a bit of danger. I keep having flashbacks of what mummy used to do which is never ever fun. Everythings going wrong do you think it would be okay if i curled up in the blue bunk beds and someone red me a story please?
thank you everyone for being so welcomming and nice to me.
of course that's ok Hanner. *tucks you up* I just got this story that Heather had posted in Little Butterflies Play Park if that's ok.
The Little Engine That Could
Chug, chug, chug. Puff, puff, puff. Ding-dong ding-dong. The little train rumbled over the tracks. She was a happy little train for she had such a jolly load to carry. Her cars were full of good things for boys and girls.
There were toy animals- giraffes with long necks, teddy bears with almost no neck at all, and even a baby elephant. Then there were dolls- dolls with blue eyes and yellow curls, dolls with brown eyes and brown bobbed heads, and the funniest little toy clown you ever saw. And there were cars full of toy engines, airplanes, tops, jack-knives, picture puzzles, books, and every kind of thing boys or girls could want.
But that was not all. Some of the cars were filled with all sorts of good things for boys and girls to eat- big golden oranges, red-cheeked apples, bottles of creamy milk for their breakfasts, fresh spinach for their dinners, peppermint drops and lollypops for after-meal treats.
The little train was carrying all these wonderful things to the good little boys and girls on the other side of the mountain. She puffed along merrily. Then all of a sudden she stopped with a jerk. She simply could not go another inch. She tried and tried but her wheels would not turn.
What were all those good little boys and girls on the other side of the mountain going to do without the wonderful toys to play with and the good food to eat?
"Here comes a shiny new engine," said the funny little clown who jumped out of the train. "Let us ask him to help us." So all the dolls and toys cried out together: "Please shiny new engine, wont you please pull our train over the mountain? Our engine has broken down and the boys and girls on the other side won't have any toys to play with or good food to eat unless you help us." But the shiny new engine snorted "i pull you? I am a passenger engine. I have just carried a fine big train over the mountain with more cars than you ever dreamed of. My train had sleeping cars, with comfortable berths; a dining-car where waiters bring whatever hungry people want to eat; and parlor cars in which people sit in soft arm chairs and look out of big plate-glass windows. I pull the likes of you? Indeed not!" And off he steamed to the roundhouse, where engines live when they are not busy.
How sad the little train and all the dolls and toys felt! Then the little clown called out, "The passenger engine is not the only one in the world. Here is another engine coming, a great big strong one. Let us ask him to help us." The little toy clown waved his flag and the big strong engine came to a stop. "Please, oh, please, big engine," cried all the dolls and toys together. "Wont you please pull our train over the mountain? Our engine has broken down, and all the good little boys and girls on the other side won't have any toys to play with or good food to eat unless you help us." But the big strong engine bellowed: "I am a freight engine, i have just pulled a big train loaded with big machines over the mountain. These machines print books and newspapers for grown-ups to read. I am a very important engine indeed. I won't pull the likes of you!" And the freight engine puffed off indignantly to the roundhouse.
The little train and all the dolls and toys were very very sad. "Cheer up," cried the little toy clown. "The freight engine is not the only one in the world. Here comes another. He looks very old and tired, but our train is so little, perhaps he can help us." So the little toy clown waved his flag and the dingy, rusty old engine stopped. "Please, kind engine," cried all the dolls and toys together. "Wont you please pull our train over the mountain? Our engine has broken down, and all the good little boys and girls on the other side won't have any toys to play with or good food to eat unless you help us." But the rusty old engine sighed: "I am so tired. I must rest my weary wheels. I cannot even pull so little a train as yours over the mountain. I can not. I can not. I can not." And off he rumbled to the roundhouse chugging, "i can not. i can not. i can not."
Then indeed the little train was very very sad and all the dolls and toys were ready to cry. But the little clown called out, "Here is another engine coming, a little blue engine, a very little one, maybe she will help us." The very little engine came chug, chugging merrily along. When she saw the toy clown's flag, she stopped quickly. "What is the matter, my friends?" she asked kindly. "Oh little blue engine," cried the dolls and toys. "will you pull our train over the mountain? Our engine has broken down, and all the good little boys and girls on the other side won't have any toys to play with or good food to eat unless you help us. Please, please, help us, little blue engine." "I am not very big," said the little blue engine. "They use me only for switching trains in the yard. I have never been over the mountain." "But we must get over the mountain before the children awake," said all the dolls and the toys. The very little engine looked up and saw the tears in the dolls' eyes. And she thought of the good little boys and girls on the other side of the mountain who would not have any toys or good food unless she helped.
Then she said "I think i can. I think i can. I think i can." And she hitched herself to the little train. She tugged and pulled and pulled and tugged and slowly, slowly, slowly they started off. The toy clown jumped aboard and all the dolls and the toy animals began to smile and cheer. Puff, puff, chug, chug, went the little blue engine. "I think i can- I think i can-I think i can-I think i can-I think i can-I think i can-I think i can-I think i can." Up, up, up. Faster and faster and faster and faster the little engine climbed, until at last they reached the top of the mountain. Down in the valley lay the city. "Hurray, Hurray," cried the funny little clown and all the dolls and toys. "The good little boys and girls in the city will be happy because you helped us, kind, little blue engine." And the little blue engine smiled and seemed to say as she puffed steadily down the mountain, "I thought i could. i thought i could. i thought i could.
I thought i could.
I thought i could.
I thought i could.
The end. =]
Sometimes the way in life seems cloudy...But remember, after the storm comes clear skies
That's ok Hanner. I'm pixie or Laura depending on whether I'm little or not. Tonight I'm grown up so I'm Laura but often I'm pixie instead so just call me whatever :)
Why don't you want to take your medicine sweetheart? *cuddles*
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don't want to take it Laura cos it tastes horried,not used to having to taking it my self. My friend Zorhah would normally give it me but im at home so she can't do that
If mummy was here she would tell me off and then hit me. I don't know why she'd hit me she just normally does if she's mad at someone else.
*cuddles* your mummy isn't here though sweetheart so you're safe ok. *hugs* I know it tastes horrible but you really should take your medicine. It might make you feel a little bit better. Do you think you could be a big girl for me and take it?
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And you've said something really good there - that your mummy does it when she's mad at someone else. It's not your fault, but she takes out her anger on you, and that's wrong. *safe cuddles*
I've got to go to sleep now because I'm very tired but I'll be around tomorrow and you're always welcome to PM me if you ever want to talk (the same goes to you all).
Night night everyone. Take care *hugs for all* xx
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thank you everyone for being so welcomming and nice to me.
