Saturday 20 September 2014

The Bridge by Grace L

Long ago there was a beautiful bridge that led from one side of a glistening lake to another. It was made for the queen when the lake dried up in summer. It connected three villages. One was filled with mansions with grand gardens, the second was filled with cottages and vast fields and the third was an ordinary housing estate with village shops and playgrounds. On the day of the grand opening the queen invited her son. He hated the bridge so much that he climbed up into a tree and ordered his guards to destroy it. From that day on he was known as the selfish prince and the villages were always kept apart.

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