Author's Note: This idea has been running around in my head for some time now, and I thought it best to free it whilst I am attempting to write serious fiction.
This first one is from the eyes of a four year old girl. Good luck.
Also, thank you to Oreramar for pointing out some of the little details that I missed.
Disclaimer: You all know the drill by now.
Mister Stranger
Hi! My name is Sarah. That means 'princess'. Mommy and Daddy tell me I am special cause I am so smart and pretty and I have red hair and I can sing. I like to sing. I like to sing cause it makes people happy.
I sang for a funny man at our home one day. I live in a apart-a-ment. He lives next to us. Mommy says he is a stranger, and I am not s'posed to talk to strangers. He came to live in the apart-a-ments before my birthday. I am four years old. I was three, and now I am four. He came before my birthday. Mommy did not invite him.
He looked sad. I don't like it when people are sad. I sang to him. Mister Stranger was going to his house. He has red eyes. I have red hair. He has black hair. Mister Stranger is like a man from Mommy's stories. But Mommy likes the one with yellow hair better.
I was playing with Joel. Joel is my best-est friend in the whole wide world. We were pretending. I was the girl from Mommy's stories. She liked flowers. She made people happy. She fought the bad man. He was gonna kill the world. Joel was playing the boy from Mommy's stories. But Joel has brown hair. The boy from Mommy's story had yellow hair.
We saw the sad Mister Stranger. I don't like it when people are sad. Mommy and Daddy say I am like the flower girl. She liked to make people happy. Mommy said strangers are mean. He looked nice. I sang for him. He was surprised. My song was really pretty. The Mister Stranger even smiled! He wasn't sad anymore. I don't think he has a Mommy to take care of him. He should have a Mommy. Or a brother.
I don't have a brother. I want a brother. Joel is my best-est friend. But he's not my brother. I'm all by myself. Maybe Mister Stranger wants a sister. I could sing for him! He likes my singing. He would be happy. I think Mister Stranger wants to be happy. He is all by himself. He needs a friend. Mommy says everyone should be happy. I don't know why Mister Stranger is sad. He should be happy. I am his friend.
I'll always sing for him.
Side Note: I will trounce whomever takes this the wrong way. Fair warning.
