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The Crystal Baby Camel

And this is what happened to the Slipper once.

It was an unhappy time in her life. The hostess almost accidentally threw her into the attic, forgetting there. The Slipper was in a box full of different varieties. There were: grandma’s postcards and her buttons, dad’s old coins, a collection of stamps donated by a friend, and a bunch of other things.

The oblique rays of the sun illuminated the floor and pretentious wooden decorations during the day with a bizarre interweaving of sunbeams, and by evening they decorated everything around with the colored reflections of the sun. It was boring in the attic and, in fact, Slipper only liked the sunset, when there really was something to see. The colors became warm and pleasant and the sun was no longer unbearably bright…

Then the Slipper began to walk a little, examining everything around. When the postcards were finished, she would find old books with black ink drawings of landscapes and studying those took the whole evening. And, then, Slipper liked old things, and she found the Crystal Baby Camel, found once at the bottom of that very box, to be especially interesting. «Very interesting!» – Thought aloud Slipper. «Hi-Hi!» – the camel answered her. «I thought I was alone here!» – exclaimed Slipper. «No, not alone. I am here too. I only sleep constantly. We are all camels „Aw!“ – the Slipper stretched in disappointment, – Well, sleep. I will not interfere with you.» And the Crystal Baby Camel again stretched out lazily, like all camels, quietly, therefore and imperceptibly, wagging its tail.

The Slipper continued to go about her business and this time she decided to devote the evening to poetry. She rarely opened their volume because there were no pictures. But the melancholy mood of the camel was transmitted to her. Poems captured our Slipper.

Standing on her toe, she blurted out a quatrain with expression. Then she stretched on her toe, made the final figured «Pa» in the air, the last final chord to the verse. The reading was delightful, how adorable are the golden bows on the side of the Slipper! Satisfied, she sank to the floor, catching her breath. The verse was of amazing beauty and subtlety, and the Slipper itself is Beautiful!

The Owl

A fairy tale for the smartest

Overnight. Decent Slippers do not go so late and do not show their nose on the street. But not ours! This one is always curious. And the adventure began, it would seem, with a trifle. «Oh, what a star over there, next to the month!» – exclaimed unfortunately the Slipper, lifting her toe to see the star better, but because of the thick cherry foliage – nothing happened. «Don’t be nice these cherries! Never again will I eat a single one, since everything is so! " – Slipper was upset. It was dark outside. But I wanted to look at the starry sky on which the stars were located like precious stones. Was not!

The slipper smoothed her gold bows and cautiously looked out the door. The night was warm and pleasant in every sense. The frogs croaked harmoniously, and the crickets sang along to them. Sometimes some sleepy bird gave a voice, chirping, she fell silent, and in the bass in this natural orchestra, frogs performed. «Music» was unimaginable!

The Slipper dared to go around the cherry, and after walking a little more, the Starry Sky opened up in front of it. The stars were laid neatly in a row, then figuratively, forming with their clusters a variety of wonderful views. And that, bright, shone exactly next to the month beautifully, almost in its half-circle. The Slipper stood on its toe and slightly raised itself to better see the star. Yes, and froze in admiration! And suddenly someone nearby loudly and unexpectedly shouted: «Wow!» Unable to resist, the Slipper, having made a somersault in the air, tripping over some snag, fell, finally, reaching the ground. «What is it? Who is it?» – she exclaimed in a fright. «It’s me, Owl, I’m here in the foliage on a branch,» someone answered her and again hooted menacingly, «Wow!» «Owl??? I don’t know any Owls! Where is Sowa from here?? – Slipper answered indignantly, collecting her gold bows, sparkling in the dark like jewels, – But I fell because of the one who said this: wow! " «I am not at all to blame here, I am the wisest in the area, I know this for sure!» – answered the Owl. «But how is that? I fell! And I lost all my bows! Help! No one will protect me!? " – the poor Slipper was indignant. «Usually I protect everyone. I am the judge here because I am the wisest. Now I will protect you. Calm down, – the Owl answered in a calm and reasonable tone, having stopped shouting, – I am listening to you attentively: what happened to you?»

Perplexed, the Slipper began her story: «I stood and admired the stars and then you loudly and unexpectedly said to me: wow!» «Are you sure what exactly ’wow’? And it was me? " – asked the Owl. «Yes,» – already almost crying, only the Slipper could say, swallowing tears and trying to attach the bows back. «But this cannot be! I am the wisest here and do not do this kind of thing. It’s not me,» the Owl said. «Well, why not you?» – Slipper did not calm down, – «If no one else is listening except you. And, ugly, sure, only you! " «No, it’s not like that. I didn’t. And if no one «hooted», as you say, then no one fell. I’m the wisest here. And that means that there is no need to protect anyone,» the Owl voiced her verdict.

The Slipper was taken aback. It also happened that the bows, while they were reasoning, she had already managed to attach back. That is, there were no traces of this terrible incident.

Everything was almost as the Owl said: as if nothing had happened.

The Slipper did not argue further. And she hurried to get home faster. But since then, she never left home so late, even to look at the beautiful Starry Sky. She never saw the same star again. And all this disgrace because of some Owl!!!