xx Authors Note xx
Oneshot humour fan-fic, suddenly popped into my head and thought I should write it down. Enjoy!
xx Disclaimer xx
The hit TV-Series, "Friends" was born 22nd of September 1994 and died on the 31st of May 2004. For ten years, people all around the world took delight in settling down infront of their television screens every day to watch it on channel four, and even though It is long gone now, people still watch it's replays on 4 or E4. I love Friends so much, and I just want to make it plain that I'm not stealing, I'm just using the characters in this fan-fic.
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"He's here! Daddy's here! He's BACK!"
Rachel Green came running down the long corridor. Her long, wavy brunnette locks flew about as she raced wildly to get back to her bedroom. She was wearing a bright pink dress. Her father had arrived back from a weekend trip to Spain and, Rachel had a million questions to ask him.
The six year old came to an abrupt halt at her bedroom door, which was bright pink and dotted with hearts. The big sign on it said, 'Princess Rachel's Room'. Wrenching the door open, Rachel burst inside and ran over to the window.
There he was, slowly getting out of his white limozine. Her father.
"Daddy!" Rachel said out loud, and with that, she ran right out her room again, and then downstairs.
"Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!" Rachel shrieked as she ran all the way down the corridor to the front door, and then out into the sunshine. There her father was, standing muttering a few words to a thin man in an overcoat. Then he saw Rachel and beamed. Rachel beamed back and ran over to him, throwing herself into his arms. He was quite a large man, always well dressed, as he was today.
"Rachel!" He said happily, patting her head, "My little Rachel! I bought you a present, young lady," He added, fumbling around in his pocket and then bringing out a small package. He handed it to his daughter, who held it in her hand, shook it, and then opened it.
The present inside turned out to be a small crown, made of pure gold, sparkling in the sunlight. Rachel stared at it in wonder for a moment before saying, "Oooooh!" Rather loudly, "It's great Daddy! But- but ..." And then it started. Tears began to well up in her eyes. And then suddenly, she was sobbing.
"My dear Rachel! What is it? Is the crown too small?" Her father asked, looking concerned and perplexed.
Rachel said nothing for a moment. Then, she began to slowly stammer, "You- you-"
"Yes?" Her father said a little impatiently.
"You- you said you would- you said you would buy me a pony!"
And then she cried. All night long.
