I don’t have kids, but I recall fondly stories I read and was told as a child.
Grimm’s Fairy Tales and Aesop’s fables resonated for me. So here I am, attempting to conjure up a little of that magic myself. If you’re a parent, please let me know – is this something you’d read to your kids?
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Gavin and Glenys lived in a nice little house in a nice little small town.
It really was quite a small house, and it was a bit old, but it was well looked after and had everything they needed. It felt very safe and comfortable. They both really rather loved their little old house, though neither of them really said so much.
They both had good jobs in the nearby city, and they both worked hard.
One evening after a long day at work they looked at each other and said, “We need a holiday!”
So they booked a flight to Marrakesh, because it sounded far away and exciting and a bit magical.
And so it was – very exciting and just a bit magical.
They visited beautiful gardens right on the edge of the desert. They saw grand old buildings with walls and floors decorated with gorgeous tiles in every colour you can imagine. And they went to the great big marketplace called the souk.
Gavin and Glenys were very excited by the souk. There was so much to see, and to buy! There were clothes, and shoes, and jewellery, and lamps, and carpets and furniture and mirrors and… and… well, lots of things!
The men who owned the market stalls would ask a high price for their goods, and Glenys would laugh and say, “Oh, you funny man!” before offering a much lower price.
And the men who ran the stalls would laugh and suggest a better price, and they would suggest prices to each other until either they agreed or Gavin and Glenys would shrug, smile and walk away.
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