The Clock
Tower
Once upon a
time there lived a pretty ballerina (called Twinkletoe), who elegantly made
time go around in the colourful, but boring, clock tower. She had a slender,
elegant body wrapped in a flowing, purple dress with shimmering, metal cogs at the bottom.
She had hair as red as roses, turned into a high bun with shining gold twirled
around the bun. Her forlorn, gloomy eyes gazed around the clock tower as she
twirled and swirled. Her tiny, graceful feet are like petals dancing in the autumn. Even though you may think her life is the best, she
doesn’t think so herself; she thinks her life is the worst anyone could have. The place below
was the most colourful town you would ever see, that’s where Twinkle toe wanted
to go! But something was stopping her…
Carefully, she
looked out the glass window, down into the celebrating town. They were celebrating
because of Clock Day. When she saw a balloon gently float around the sky, she
wanted to leave the tower even more but she couldn’t. The town (Clock Town) was
filled with the most beautiful fair in the world: balloons, music and generous
guests. Do you know why she wanted to leave? Well... her brown shimmering eyes
had spotted her true love! His name was Hans – a blacksmith that delivered cogs
up to the tower. Whenever he came up she didn’t know what to say.
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