Читать книгу Fantastic Fables. Book 2 - Дана Эрик - Страница 3

In the cold, dark room, the baby lay in bed, pulling a blanket up to his chin. He lay quietly with his eyes open. He had learned not to cry because everyone had stopped paying attention to his cries. His parents were too busy, and he was often occupied with himself. On this night, he was again told not to interfere and to go to his room. He did not even take offense at them. He thought this was the way things were for him.

Before his eyes, a cloud appeared from nowhere with the face of a cute, smiling woman stretching out her soft hands to him and gently lifting him.

She lifted him tenderly as if he was her baby, and began rocking him gently, and singing in a velvety voice. He felt that he had fallen into something very soft and warm.

He felt as good as ever!

– Who are you? – He asked her.

– I am Fay Mama.

– How’s this? Mama? But what about my mother? Why have you come to me and hugged me?