Journey of the Imagination - Ch. 1
It was a cool autumn morning when I left the house for school that day, and it was neither too sunny nor gray. Suddenly, a hard wind blew, setting dry leaves aflight; and, looking up, I beheld a large ice-cream-and-candy pavilion with many big, colourful balloons, not too high above. Steadily it flew on. I realized it was getting late, and, not wanting to miss the bus, I ran for the bus stop. Our driver was a kindly old troll, such as are rarely seen. He had long white hair and a stick in his clenched mouth. He greeted me with a wink and a growl as I entered the yellow bus and moved on to find a seat. I plopped myself down next to a red-haired dwarf with freckled cheeks and a cheerful smile. We talked and laughed and shared popcorn all the way to school. When we got there, I told him about the floating ice-cream pavilion.
“But look up!” he said, and up he pointed. And lo, there it was, with balloons glittering in all colours of the rainbow.
Little time had