Kids Story (Narrative Text)

The Little Pink Rose

Once there was a little pink Rosebud, and she lived down in a little dark house under the ground. Once there was a little pink Rosebud, and She lived down in a little dark house under the ground. One day she was sitting there, all by herself, and it was very quiet. One day She was sitting there, all by herself, and it was very quiet. Suddenly, she heard a little tap, tap, tap, at the door. Suddenly, She Heard a little tap, tap, tap, at the door.

"Who is that?'' she said. "Who is that?''She said.

"It is the Rain, and I want to come in'' said a soft, sad, little voice. "It is the Rain, and I want to come in''said a soft, sad, little voice.

"No, you cannot come in,'' the little Rosebud said. "No, you can not come in,''said the little Rosebud.

A short time later she heard another little tap, tap, tap on the window pane. A short time later She Heard another little tap, tap, tap on the window pane.

"Who is there?'' she said. "Who is there?''She said.

The same soft little voice answered, "It is the Rain, and I want to come in!'' The same soft little voice answered, "It is the Rain, and I want to come in!''

"No, you cannot come in,'' said the little Rosebud. "No, you can not come in,''said the little Rosebud.

Then it was very quiet for a very long time. Then it was very quiet for a very long time. At last, there came a little rustling, whispering sound, all around the window: rustle, whisper, whisper. At last, there CAME a little rustling, Whispering sound, all around the window: rustle, whisper, whisper.

"Who is there?'' said the little Rosebud. "Who is there?''Said the little Rosebud.

"It is the Sunshine,'' said a little, soft, cheery voice, "and I want to come in!'' "It is the Sunshine,''said a little, soft, Cheery voice," and I want to come in!''

"N -- no,'' said the little pink rose, "you cannot come in.'' And she sat still again. "N - no,''said the little pink rose," you can not come in to.''And She sat still again.

Pretty soon she heard the sweet little rustling noise at the key-hole. Pretty soon She Heard the sweet little rustling noise at the key-hole.

"Who is there?'' she said. "Who is there?''She said.

"It is the Sunshine,'' said the cheery little voice, "and I want to come in, I want to come in!'' "It is 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 cannot come in.'' "No, no,''said the little pink rose," you can not come in to.''

By and by, as she sat so still, she heard tap, tap, tap, and rustle, whisper, rustle, all up and down the window pane, and on the door, and at the key-hole. By and by, as She sat so still, She Heard tap, tap, tap, and rustle, whisper, rustle, all up and down the window pane, and on the door, and at the key-hole.

"Who is there?'' she said. "Who is there?''She said.

"It is the Rain and the Sun,' said two little voices together, "and we want to come in! "It is the Rain and the Sun," said two little voices together, "and We Want to come in! We want to come in! We want to come in! We want to come in!'' We want to come in!''

"Dear, dear!'' said the little Rosebud, "if there are two of you, I s'pose I shall have to let you in.'' "Dear, dear!''Said the little Rosebud," if there are two of you, I s'pose I shall have to let you in to.''

So she opened the door a little wee crack, and in they came. So 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, and ran, and ran with her, right up to the top of the ground. And one took one of her little hands, and the other took her other little hand, and They ran, and ran, and ran with her, right up to the top of the ground. Then they said, -- They then said, -

"Poke your head through!'' "Poke your head through!''

So she poked her head through; and she was in the midst of a beautiful garden. 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! 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!


Source: Story Soup Kids