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Bedtime
As told by Ferb
When I was three, father, mother, and I lived in a little house in London.
One rainy night, my mother, Grace Fletcher, tucked me into bed as usual, and kissed my forehead gently. "Good night," she whispered. I hugged my blanket tighter around myself, and lay, listening to the rain drops pattering heavily on the roof, and gazed up at my mother.
She was kind and cheerful-looking, with long ash-blonde hair, long eyelashes, and laughing black eyes, like mine. I crept up to her, and whispered. "Mother, tell a story, please?"
She ruffled my hair fondly. "Of course, dear," she said. She lay down beside me, hugged me tight, and began.
"Once upon a time, there was a young boy..."
I nodded sleepily. "...who lived with his parents near a forest. The forest was beautiful. He loved it so much, because of the warm golden sunlight that filtered lazily through the thick green canopy of leaves, the gurgling stream of fresh, cold water, all the pretty butterflies and bees that flitted in and out of the flowers..."
My eyes were already beginning to feel heavy. I loved Mother's stories. "...the boy had no friends, but he loved the animals in the forest like his own brothers. He was particularly friendly with a little baby elephant called Nelson, whom he loved and who loved him back. Nelson was a little naughty, and loved the bananas that the boy brought when he came. And then..."
She extracted her arm gently from my body, and gently shut my eyelids, which were nearly closed. "Good night," she whispered again. She had seen that I had nearly slept. I turned over sleepily, and slept, my breathing becoming steady. I miss those times so much...