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The Little Pink Rose

Once there was a little pink rosebud, and she lived down in a little dark house under the ground. Once, she was sit...

The Little Pink Rose

Once there was a little pink rosebud, and she lived down in a little dark house under the ground.
Once, she was sitting there, all by herself, and it was very still. Suddenly, she heard a little \u2018tap tap tap‘ at the door.

“Who is that?“
she said.

“It‘s the rain, and I want to come in“
said a soft little voice.

“No, you can‘t come in!“

After a while, she heard another \u2018tap tap tap‘ on the window pane.

“Who is there?“
she said.
The same soft little voice answered,
“ It‘s the rain, and I want to come in“
.

“No, you can‘t come in!“
said the little rosebud.
Then it was still for a long time.
At last, there came a little rustling, whispering sound, all around the window. Rustle! Whisper! Whisper!

“Who is there?“
said the little rosebud.

“It‘s the sunshine!“
said a little soft cheery voice,
“ And I want to come in!“


“No
\\“ said the little pink rose, “
you can‘t come in!“

And she sat still again.
Pretty soon she heard the sweet little rustling noise at the keyhole.

“Who is there?“
she said.

“It‘s the sunshine!“
said the cheery little voice,
“ And I want to come in! I want to come in!“


“No, no“
said the little pink rose,
“ you can not come in!“

By and by, as she sat so still she heart \u2018tap tap tap‘ and \u2018rustle, whisper, rustle‘, all up and down the window pane, and on the door, and at the keyhole.

“Who is there?“
she said.

“It‘s the rain and the sun, the rain and the sun,“
said the two little voices together,
“ and we want to come in! We want to come in!“


“Dear dear“
said the little rosebud,
“ if there are two of you, I suppose I shall have to let you in.“

She opened the door a little wee crack and in they came, and one took one of her little hands, and the other took her other little hand and they ran ran ran with her, right up to the top of the ground.
Then they said,
“ Poke your head through!“

So, she poked her head through, and she was in the midst of a beautiful garden. It was springtime, and all the other flowers had their heads poked through, and she was the prettiest little pink rose in the whole garden.

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