Story about house that fly
There was a little house in the city that was unhappy living there. It thought the city was too noisy. It wanted to fly up into the sky to find a place it liked.
The little house opened its doors and windows and flapped them as hard as it could. The house moved a little, but it couldn’t fly.
The little house flapped harder, but still couldn’t fly, only moving a tiny bit.
The railing by the side of the road asked, “Little house, what are you trying to do?” The little house said, “I want to fly up into the sky.” The railing said, “You’re a house, how can you fly up into the sky?” The little house replied, “I want to fly, I just want to fly up into the sky.”
The railing helped the little house shout, “Keep going! Keep going!” The little house flapped as hard as it could. Ah! The little house started to fly. People on the street shouted, “Look! The house is flying!”
The little house flew and flew, passing over beautiful fields, where there were trees and lots of crops.
The little house flew and flew, until it reached a pond. The frogs happily shouted, “Wow, a flying house, a flying house! Where are you going?”
The little house said, “The city is too noisy. I want to fly to a place I like.”
The frogs cheered for the little house, “Keep going! Keep going! We hope you find the place you like!”
The little house flew and flew, until it reached the sea, where the water shimmered with silver light. A crab shouted, “Flying house, where are you going?”
The little house said, “The city is too noisy. I want to fly to a place I like.”
The crab said, “Come to our place.”
The little house said, “This is the place I like.”
The little house had found the place it liked, where there were no tall buildings or noisy roads, only the vast sea with crabs, fish, and shrimp.
Thank you for reading! ” Sitestorys “
