The Little Girl with the Brown Eyes

I sprinted across the field. Feeling the springy grass, and the moist, soft dirt between my toes. I crushed dandelions and wildflowers as I flew. I loved the feeling of my hair flying behind me when I ran. My frizzy red hair was out of control, but I was happy. I had hated it when I was younger. While the other little girls had straight, glossy blond hair, I was stuck with red ringlets. Church had just got out and all the children had rushed to the playground, shaking off their good shoes and swinging around like monkeys. princess. I pumped my arms and pushed myself harder. The priest had a great sermon. About the spirit of giving, because it was Thanksgiving Day weekend. The church provided a big dinner for all the homeless families out there. And then the children all sat around a big fire and listened to fairy tales. I had read to the younger children every year since I was ten. I smiled as I remembered the first day that I walked in there. A four year old girl had made a special request. She had looked at me with her soft brown eyes and begged for a book with a princess and a dragon. So the Paper Bag Princess it was. She had loved. Totally immersed in the story. Seeing that expression on her little bright face had made me go back there each year to read books to the children. And each year I saw that little girl and her big brown eyes.

THE PRIEST AND THE PRINCESS AND THE DRAGON
by
Reagan Watson

A princess ran into the church screaming, “HELP ME, THE DRAGON IS TRYING TO GET ME.” The priest locked the door. He picked up his Bible and started flipping through the pages. The princess told the priest that a dragon came into her castle chased her out. “BOOM,” a loud noise came from outside the church. The priest looked out the window and saw a big, red dragon. He said we have to do something fast. The princess said, “Holy water.” The priest went and got his bottle of holy water. He opened the door and threw some holy water on the dragon. The dragon started shrinking. The priest said they should pray. The princess prayed that it would turn into a kitten. They went outside and found a little gray and white kitten playing w
Mediana Stan: with a dandelion flower. The princess ran and picked up the kitten and the flower and went back to her castle. The priest went back into his church. The End.