No clue what age. Grade school. (I hope).
The Littlest Dancer
Once there was a girl at the age of five. She wanted to be a ballet dancer more than anything else in the whole world but her mother and father were much too poor to let her take dancing lessons.
Amy, which was her name, stomped down the stairs and into the kitchen.
Amy thought she could watch T.V. and learn ballet that way so she turned it on and her father came in and turned it off and said, “That is enough of your playing with the T.V. set.”
When bedtime came, Amy went upstairs and got dressed but she did not go right to sleep. Instead, she lay awake thinking.
The next morning she said, “Please let me go to dancing lessons. Please!”
“NO! You know we don’t have enough money to spend on silly old ballet classes.”
“But…” Her mother stopped her in the middle of the sentence.
“NO! NO! NO!” her mother said.
So that night she ran away. Her mother was terrified. She fainted so her husband woke her up and comforted her. They called the missing persons department.
“My child is gone. Can you find her? She has brown hair and wants to learn ballet very much. Can you help us find her?” said her father.
“Yes we know just the place to look, ballet school,” said the missing persons police officer.
So they looked there and she was there. They took her home and paid the people and Amy got to go to ballet school and when she was all done she came home with a lot of money and you might see her someday doing ballet.
4 thoughts on “Old Writing: Part 23::The Littlest Dancer”
This is wonderful story – so satisfying! But what, pray tell, is that bizarre alien-looking thing in the last frame?
Haha. I think that is a huge frog. I think I borrowed some ideas from a book about a girl who took ballet lessons. I have that book, but I am not sure where it is. I remember the last page has ballerinas and ugly frogs.