This is the continuation of the story, “The Magic Stone,” written by my son. The Monkey family wished to have a lot of money, and they appeared inside a bank vault.
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“Quick!” said Mummy Monkey. “We have to get out of here before someone sees us and calls the police!”
Daddy Monkey ran towards the magic stone.
Clock, clack, clock…
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Part 2:
Daddy Monkey grabbed the stone and said, “I want to be king, and my family to be living in a palace!”
There was a flash of magic, and the family suddenly appeared inside a palace.
They were in a large room with expensive looking furniture. There was a long table with many different kinds of food on it. There was ham cutlet, tomatoes, pizza and wine.
“It is good to be the king!” said Daddy Monkey, taking a sip of wine.
“I wonder if the palace has a massage room?” said Mummy Monkey.
“I wonder if the palace has a chocolate room?” said Child Monkey.
“A chocolate room?” said Daddy Monkey.
Then Child Monkey put a hand to his ear and said, “What is that noise?”
They all listened. They could hear bangs and crashes and angry shouts.
King Daddy Monkey ran to the window. “Oh, dear,” he said. “The subjects of my kingdom are attacking our palace. Maybe we have been demanding too much ham cutlet…?”
Child Monkey put one hand in front of his mouth, and chewed his ham cutlet as fast as he could.
Just then there was a loud bang on the door. The angry mob of revolutionaries was just outside.
Mummy Monkey ran to the magic stone.
Crash!
Quickly she made the final wish…
When the flash of magic died away, Child Monkey looked around. They were back home in their tree house. There were no piles of money. There was no table of luxurious food, only a few bananas sitting on a rough wooden table.
Mummy Monkey spoke. “We may not have much money, and may not live in a big house. But it is good to be home.”
The end
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