“Once Upon a time, there was a little girl called Goldilocks”, started Browzly. Happy listened intently. By the time, Browzly reached the point when Goldilocks snuggles up in Baby Bear’s bed, Happy finally looked happy. She had never read a book before. Listening to Browzly she felt, she could be Goldilocks.
“The Bears were coming back to their cottage”, read Browzly, walking on his tippy toes in front of Happy, while she listened wide eyed, imagining Goldilocks asleep in a cozy bed, her golden locks tumbling down from her beautiful face.
“How nice must the bed be,” Happy was in another world, a world she had never experienced. She had only seen these hot and hard streets for as long as she could remember.