The Moral Story Essay, Research Paper

Once upon a time there was a beautiful Dancer who lived in Mexico City.

Raquel: What was she called? Maria: She was called Bella. Raquel: Oh. (Raquel s prettiest doll is called Bella.)Bella was the loveliest dancer in the world, and all the people wanted her to come and dance at their parties. In the evening she would go down to the clubs or else she would dance in their gardens on the lawns among the statues and roses and fountains, where all the trees were hung with lights like coloured stars. Whenever she danced in her rose-red velvet dancing dress, all the people clapped their hands and shouted, “Bravo, Bella! Bravo! Bravo!” In Nella’s cupboard at home were rows and rows of other slippers, but she never wore any of them when she went to dance for the people. For the red slippers were magic slippers which made her dance better than anyone else in Italy; and when she wore her other slippers, she couldn’t dance at all. Nobody knew this but Bella. One day Bella was in her garden picking roses, and because the dew was on the grass she had taken off her red slippers and left them by her chair. Suddenly a little girl out of the sky, caught the slippers, and flew away as swiftly as she had come. Bella gave a scream and reached out her arms, trying to touch the sky. But it was no good; the slippers and the little girl had dissapeared.She was to dance that night for the President of Mexico, but when the people came to get her she was still sitting crying in the garden, and she wouldn’t tell them why. She only sobbed, and said she wouldn’t dance. She couldn’t, of course, because she had lost her magic slippers. Every day after that she sat in the garden and wondered what had happened with her slippers. Every night the people were sad because Bella, their beautiful dancer, would not dance for them. The next day as she was watching, she saw a thousand of twinkling stars over her garden.

“Oh, Stars!” cried Bella. “You have been everywhere around the clouds, so have you ever met the the flying girl who stole my red slippers?”

But the Stars couldn t tell her no more so they flew away, and Bella wept. One day as she sat in her garden and looking up she saw it was a green Parrot with one red feather in his tail. “Oh, Parrot!” cried Nella. “You live in strange countries and have seen many things, so have you seen the great Eagle who stole my red velvet slippers?” “Certainly I have, but they are in the city of New York” said the Parrot.”Oh, where?” cried Nella.”I was sitting on a roof when the little girl playing with them drops them and leaves them there.” Bella says, “Where is this roof in New York?”"In a pizza place called LA BELLAS,” said the Parrot and flew away. But the Nymph didn’t know that, and anyhow she had no use for slippers to dance in, but only to hang in her ears, so she eagerly asked, “Will you change?” “If you wish it.” said Nella. And she kicked off her golden slippers and put on her red ones, while the Blue Nymph hung the golden slippers in her ears, and looked more pleased with herself than before.

“Goodbye,” said Nella.”Goodbye,” said the Blue Nymph. Then Nella rose to the top of the pool, where the Fan-Man was waiting for her. As soon as he saw her he spread his fan again, and in another moment she was sailing over India and Persian and Turkey and Italy. And when they came to her own rose garden, the Fan-Man stopped, and Nella dropped. The first thing she did was stand on her toes and dance. The next thing she did was send word to the own,saying, “Tonight I will dance for the Prince of Florence.”

And that night, under thoudands of stars, amongst thousands of coloured lights, Nella danced on the lawn in her red velvet slippers better than she had ever danced before, and all the people, overjoyed to have their beautiful Nella dancing for them again, climbed on the chairs and tables, and clapped their hands, shouting: “Brava, Nella! Brava! Brava!”