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On The Way To The Sun || Short Stories For Kids With Picture

On The Way To The Sun:He had traveled far, and was exceptionally worn out. It appeared like a fantasy when he stood up after a rest in the field, and investigated the divider, and saw the garden, and the blossoms, and the youngsters playing about. He took a gander at the long street behind him, at the dull wood and the fruitless slopes; it was the world to which he had a place. He took a gander at the garden before him, at the huge house, and the porch, and the means that drove down to the smooth grass – it was the world which had a place with the youngsters.

On The Way To The Sun || Short Stories For Kids With Picture

 “Poor kid,” said the senior youngster, “

I will make them something to eat.”

“Yet where did he originate from?” the plant specialist inquired. “We don’t have the foggiest idea about,”

On The Way To The Sun:the tyke replied; “however he is extremely ravenous, and mother says we may give him some nourishment.” “I will take him some drain,” said the little one; in one hand she conveyed a mug and with the other she pulled along her little broken truck. “Be that as it may, what is he called?” asked the nursery worker. “We don’t have the foggiest idea about,” the little one replied;

“however he is exceptionally parched, and mother says we may give him some drain.”

“Where is he going?” asked the cultivator. “We don’t have the foggiest idea about,” the kids said; “however he is exceptionally worn out.” When the kid had rested well, he got up saying, “I should not remain any more,” and swung to go on his way.

On The Way To The Sun || Short Stories For Kids With Picture

“What have you to do?” the kids inquired. “I am one of the group, and should drive everything and everyone,” he replied. “Why do we

not help as well?” “You are the travelers.” “How far have you to go?” they inquired.

“Goodness, far!” he replied. “Endlessly  until the point that I can touch the sun.”

 “Will you truly touch it?

“they  stated,  awestruck. “I set out say I should tire well before I arrive,” he addressed tragically. “Maybe without knowing it, however, I should achieve it in my rest,” he included.

In any case, they barely heard the last words, for he was at that point distant.

“Why did you converse with him?”

the nursery worker said.

“He is only a working kid.”

On The Way To The Sun || Short Stories For Kids With Picture

On The Way To The Sun:“And we don’t do anything! It was great of him to see us,” they stated, unassumingly. “Great!” said the plant specialist in lose hope. “Why, amongst you and him there is an awesome contrast.” “There was just a divider,” they replied. “Who set it up?” they asked inquisitively. “Why, the developers,  obviously. Men set it up.” “And who will pull it down?” “It won’t need any pulling down,” the man addressed terribly. “Time will do that.” As the kids backpedaled to their play, they gazed toward the light towards which the kid was venturing.

Maybe we too should achieve it sometime in the not so distant future,” they said.

On The Way To The Sun  by Mrs. W.K. Clifford:

Mrs. W.K. Clifford:

Brtitish writer, artist and dramatist Mrs. W.K. Clifford was conceived Lucy Lane in Barbados, British West Indies, in 1846. In 1875 she wedded author William Kingdon Clifford, and they settled in England .Her first novel, “Mrs. Keith’s Crime”, was distributed in 1885, yet it didn’t convey her name; it wasn’t until the point that the work was in its second printing that her name showed up on it. Over the next years she wrote in an assortment of classifications – plays, short stories, books, lyrics – and she turned into a most loved of a large number of the finest scholars of the day,

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