General Fiction posted January 20, 2018 |
A story for little children
Bouncy Becks
by Heather Knight
Becka is soft. As soft as a cloud must be. As soft as cotton wool that you squeeze between your fingers.
Becka is white, at least when she is clean. Then, she looks like a little pile of moving snow. When she is dirty, she becomes smaller, her hair matted here and there.
Becka has black eyes. So very black, the only point of darkness in her whole body. But it is a special darkness, a darkness that is also light. Bright and attentive, always looking in the right direction, not missing a detail of what is going on around her.
Becka is loving. She always knows when somebody needs her company. She follows her owners everywhere, offering herself as a warming cushion.
Becka adores food, all kinds of food, but especially human food. When presented with a bowl of kibble, this soft toy turns into a ferocious lion.
Becka hates baths. Why make oneself wet, when being dry is much more fun and a lot safer? In the bathtub, she wriggles and splashes. She goes around like a little windmill in a blustery day.
Becka is fond of walks. In the street, her nose to the ground, she behaves like a furry detective, following scents that lead nowhere.
Becka enjoys sleeping most of all. She curls up small and warm on the rocking chair and dreams that she's climbing up a tree or chasing a bunny.
Becka can do all this and more, because she's a huge smile trapped in a dog's body.
Becka is soft. As soft as a cloud must be. As soft as cotton wool that you squeeze between your fingers.
Becka is white, at least when she is clean. Then, she looks like a little pile of moving snow. When she is dirty, she becomes smaller, her hair matted here and there.
Becka has black eyes. So very black, the only point of darkness in her whole body. But it is a special darkness, a darkness that is also light. Bright and attentive, always looking in the right direction, not missing a detail of what is going on around her.
Becka is loving. She always knows when somebody needs her company. She follows her owners everywhere, offering herself as a warming cushion.
Becka adores food, all kinds of food, but especially human food. When presented with a bowl of kibble, this soft toy turns into a ferocious lion.
Becka hates baths. Why make oneself wet, when being dry is much more fun and a lot safer? In the bathtub, she wriggles and splashes. She goes around like a little windmill in a blustery day.
Becka is fond of walks. In the street, her nose to the ground, she behaves like a furry detective, following scents that lead nowhere.
Becka enjoys sleeping most of all. She curls up small and warm on the rocking chair and dreams that she's climbing up a tree or chasing a bunny.
Becka can do all this and more, because she's a huge smile trapped in a dog's body.
Becka is white, at least when she is clean. Then, she looks like a little pile of moving snow. When she is dirty, she becomes smaller, her hair matted here and there.
Becka has black eyes. So very black, the only point of darkness in her whole body. But it is a special darkness, a darkness that is also light. Bright and attentive, always looking in the right direction, not missing a detail of what is going on around her.
Becka is loving. She always knows when somebody needs her company. She follows her owners everywhere, offering herself as a warming cushion.
Becka adores food, all kinds of food, but especially human food. When presented with a bowl of kibble, this soft toy turns into a ferocious lion.
Becka hates baths. Why make oneself wet, when being dry is much more fun and a lot safer? In the bathtub, she wriggles and splashes. She goes around like a little windmill in a blustery day.
Becka is fond of walks. In the street, her nose to the ground, she behaves like a furry detective, following scents that lead nowhere.
Becka enjoys sleeping most of all. She curls up small and warm on the rocking chair and dreams that she's climbing up a tree or chasing a bunny.
Becka can do all this and more, because she's a huge smile trapped in a dog's body.
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I guess this would work as a picture book, with just a paragraph on each page. A book for very little children.
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