The New Family
In a first, www.kiducere.com brings to you a story written by a dad for his kids. Sekhar, our writer for today, is a dad to two girls aged 4 and 1.5, and has a flair for writing short stories. He is an outsourcing professional with over 12 years of experience and loves Krav Maga and outdoor sports, amongst other hobbies. Sekhar wants to pursue writing stories for young children to help develop their imaginative side; he believes “creativity starts with imagination”.
In a far away land, a long time ago, where the land was green with grass and fresh with the smell of newly bloomed flowers, where beautiful butterflies flitted about their work and little ants were getting increasingly worried about the work that the queen bee was giving their winged cousins, there was plenty to be eaten and stored and even more for a second helping. With the advent of winter, it all seemed very peaceful and happy for all the little ones to stay indoors, with full tummies and warmth in their homes. All the insects were getting ready to retire for the winter.
In a nearby land, there lived a pack of huge dragons. These creatures were magnificent in size, taller than buildings, with spikes on their back that were larger than cars. The land quaked under their feet, the skies thundered at the sight of these beasts. Fear and awe was the first thing that struck any animal that laid eyes on them. The dragons, on the other hand, were really upset that no one interacted with them. They were peace loving and had never hurt anyone in their life. They ate berries and honey for breakfast and vegetables for the rest of their meals. Their day was spent on their farm, growing vegetables and looking after their farm animals. However, the behavior of the other animals was not a pleasant experience for them and they decided to sell everything and move away to another land. So Mommy Dragon and Papa Dragon sold the farm and their animals and asked their son and daughter to pack all their belongings and some food for the way. The family would go looking for a better social life.
So the dragon family set out on the long road. They walked a long way until they the came to the land that was green with grass and smelled of fresh newly bloomed flowers. Winter was near and the land was getting cold. It did not matter much to the dragons with their thick hides. All the other animals were tucking away their stores for the long winter. Papa Dragon came up to the butterfly and asked in the most polite voice possible, “Hello Mr. Butterfly, can you tell us if there is any place where my family and I could settle in peace?” The butterfly almost fell over in fright, but was amazed and very pleased to see the dragon talk to him so politely. He responded frightfully that the Queen Bee ruled the land around these parts and pointed in the direction of her castle. Papa Dragon politely thanked Mr. Butterfly and headed to Queen Bee’s.
The castle was lit with beautiful honey- dew candles and aromas. The constant bustling of bee servants carrying food and delights across the chambers made the castle more vibrant and alive. There were possibly a million worker bees serving the queen. The dragon knocked politely on the castle door, which almost shook it down. A worker frightfully answered the door to see Papa Dragon bending on his knees asking for an audience with the queen. The worker showed him in. It was hard for the dragon not to knock over the antiques because of his titanic size. After a million apologies, he entered the Queen’s chamber. He bowed and asked if there was any land where his family and him could settle to a quiet life. The Queen rose and invited the dragon to sit down, mostly because she thought that the roof would come down. After the dragon took a seat, she said she could always allot him a land that they could all stay in. But she wanted him and his family to stay at the castle, and become the guardians for the land. The dragon was very pleased at this news and accepted the offer immediately. So the dragon family moved into the castle and lived there happily ever after.
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