Short Bedtime Stories

Far outside the town, so far that there were no houses or buildings, there was a well. It was very deep. The water in it was beautifully clean. There was a bucket hanging on the edge of the well. It could be lowered down and anyone who wanted to could draw water and drink. But it wasn’t ordinary water. Nor was the well ordinary. It was the well of wishes and answers.

In a green valley there was a small cabin. The cabin had white windows and a balcony full of flowers. In the house there lived a girl called Molly. She was a good girl, but very lazy. Her curly hair was always tangled because she was too lazy to comb it. Her cheeks were dirty because she didn’t want to wash them. She never cleaned her little room. She never helped her mother with anything. She just didn’t want to. She was too lazy.

There once was a beautiful meadow. Flowers of different colours and scents grew there. The grass was the greenest in the world. Every leaf and every plant that grew there looked like something out of a fairy tale.

The story I’m about to tell you happened a long time ago. It’s about a little girl who discovered that friendship is one of the most important things in the world. And that you find friends where you least expect it.

In a beautiful wooden house, upstairs in the attic in the childrens room, a little boy was sleeping. His hair was as brown as chestnuts and his eyes as blue as a well. He was a good boy, but every night he was scared. He was afraid of the dark and the sounds that came from the attic. He was even afraid of the sound of the brook that was near their house. That’s why no one called him anything but “Scaredy”. He was afraid of everything.