Hello friends,
My name is Wendy Bush and I'm going to read you a story called The Tiny Adventures of a Flea In a world so vast and full of grace,
Lived a flea with a tiny face.
A creature small and full of cheer,
Whose life was one of grand frontier.
Upon a dog its chosen home,
It made a world of fur its own.
With every leap and tiny hop,
It found a spot where it could stop.
Its days were filled with endless play,
In fields of fur where it would stay.
It danced from coat to ear to tail,
A tiny flea with no detail.
It wasn't grand,
It wasn't tall,
But in its world it felt quite small.
Yet every jump and every bite,
Was a grand adventure,
Pure delight.
Through patches dark and patches light,
It roamed with all its tiny might.
From sunny spots to shady glens,
The flea explored with all its friends.
In the morning dew it would delight,
And in the moon's soft glow it slept all night.
A flea's life was a simple tale,
Of jumping high and never frail.
Its tiny feet would cling so tight,
To every hair both day and night.
From playful barks to gentle licks,
It wove its life in tiny tricks.
One day a breeze would softly blow,
And the flea would start to grow.
With dreams of lands beyond the fur,
A world where it could freely stir.
It leapt beyond its doggy friend,
In search of adventures that would never end.
From grassy blades to garden blooms,
It sought out new and wondrous rooms.
A blade of grass was its new stage,
Where it danced with joy and sage.
It met new friends in every field,
And in each one a story revealed.
With every hop and every bound,
New worlds and wonders it had found.
It learned of flowers,
Streams and trees,
Of butterflies and buzzing bees.
But soon it yearned for the familiar sight,
Of the furry coat in the soft moonlight.
It missed the warmth of its old home,
The space where it would freely roam.
Back to the dog it chose to glide,
To find its place once more beside.
The cosy fur and gentle care,
A home where love was everywhere.
It settled in with a joyful leap,
In the dog's soft fur it fell asleep.
With dreams of adventures far and wide,
But knowing home was by its side.
In the quiet of the night so still,
The flea felt content,
A sense of thrill.
For though it roamed and saw the sights,
Its heart was warm in familiar nights.
So remember the flea's small tale,
Of a journey grand and never frail.
For even the tiniest creature true,
Can have adventures bold and new.
Its life may seem a simple dance,
Yet in its world it took a chance.
A tale of joy and gentle grace,
In the tiny leaps of a flea's embrace.
THE END
