Tale of happiness: Choice for toys

What if this life was but a dream? If every experience you’ve had so far is nothing more than your imagination at work? What if your life is the sum-up of your thoughts: and therefore your truth? What if you’re wrong about what’s possible and impossible? And what if you find out that you’ve never really listened to someone else…

Once upon a time… there was a boy who wanted to grow up. To be so strong that he could protect each and every human being from poverty. Every child of his age and younger would be having more toys than he could think of. He would take care for toys, personally. Every store would be giving all of their toys away at the 6th of December, which was his Birthday, accidentally the same as St. Nicholas. There would be no need for pushing the others while standing in line with other children. Everyone would be happily receiving their choice for toys by the deliver service. It wouldn’t matter how many toys they would get, every child would be delighted and grateful for the generosity of the toys stores. And the toys stores would be thankful for their thanks and happiness and celebrate their holidays till the 1st of January with a store completely refreshed with new products. The kids would have helped him to stock his store before the 1st of January and everybody would be happily helping each other.

The boy spent loads of time at his dream and couldn’t stop sharing this with Mr. Cool, Laughy, Frizzle and Booboo who were his best friends; his stuffed toys. Hours upon hours they would listen to his enthusiasm and wonder-ful future. With a tiny flashlight he’d found at his sisters drawer next to another flashlight without light, he enlightened the way how he would walk around with a smile on his face and wish every child ‘Happy playtime!’ Off course he would be too old to play with toys himself, but he would not forget what joy felt like. One day his sisters’ curiosity guided her to the dark room of the boy of which she could hear him sharing the story with his toys enthusiastic directing his flashlight inside his self-made tent of blankets. She smiled and hummed a couple of times before the boy became aware of her presence. He carefully climbed out of his tent to stand up without answering her presence in words. ‘Can I join you?’, she kindly asked, but he remained silent. She stepped into the dark room and kneeled down, spotting Frizzle clutched tightly in the boys’ other hand. ‘I like you to enter my castle but you have to be happy’, the boy answered carefully. She smiled and followed her brother with her light crawling inside the tent of blankets. She immediately enjoyed his imagination and followed him silently walking around the small village they inhabited with all the 6 kids, including herself, enjoying their presents giving by the owner from the tiny half supermarket half toy store. She saw the children play with their new toys for a couple of hours before fighting for the toys the others would have been given. She felt sorry for her little brother and tried to make him change the story to something more realistic. ‘You would be the best baker of our village you know that, all the cakes and pies mmm!’ He looked at her briefly to quickly turn back to his best friends. ‘Or you could be a gardener! Caring for beautiful flowers, like dad!’ He turned on the darkness by switching off his light but didn’t stop talking. She’d lost her patience and gently kissed him goodnight. A little confused she crawled back to the light of the hall out of the boys’ sight, who immediately stopped talking. Silence filled the darkness…

Though nobody could have seen it, he smiled and saw his room flare up with light. Instead of feeling disencouraged by his sisters’ inability to listen, he got motivated to dream bigger. He stood up to climb into his bed. He lay down and closed his eyes till sleep found him smiling in an intense hug with Mr. Cool, Laughy, Frizzle and Booboo… dreaming happily ever after.

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