
Keep your dreams alive.
Understand to achieve anything requires faith and belief in yourself, vision,
hard work, determination, and dedication.
Remember all things are possible for those who believe.
-Gail Devers
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©2010 StoryJumper, Inc. All rights reserved.
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Far, far from land, where the waters are as
blue as the petals of the cornflower and as
clear as glass,
there, where no anchor can reach the bottom,
live the mer-people. So deep is this part of the
sea that you
would have to pile many church towers on top
of each other before one of them emerged
above the
surface.













Now you must not think that at the bottom of
the sea there is only white sand. No, here grow
the
strangest plants and trees; their stems and
leaves are so subtle that the slightest current
in the water
makes them move, as if they were alive. Big
and small fishes flit in and out among their
branches, just
as the birds do up on earth. At the very
deepest place, the mer-king has built his
castle.












Its walls are
made of coral and its long pointed windows of
amber. The roof is oyster shells that are
continually
opening and closing. It looks very beautiful,
for in each shell lies a pearl, so lustrous that it
would be fit
for a queen's crown.







The mer-king had been a widower for many
years; his mother kept house for him. She was
a very
intelligent woman but a little too proud of her
rank: she wore twelve oysters on her tail; the
nobility
were only allowed six. Otherwise, she was a
most praiseworthy woman, and she took
excellent care of
her grandchildren, the little princesses.








They were six lovely mermaids; the youngest
was the most
beautiful. Her complexion was as fine as the
petal of a rose and her eyes as blue as the
deepest lake but,
just like everyone else down there, she had no
feet; her body ended in a fishtail.




















The mermaids were allowed to play all day in
the great hall of the castle, where flowers grew
on the
walls. The big amber windows were kept open
and the fishes swam in and out, just as the
swallows up
on earth fly in through our windows if they are
open.

















But unlike the birds of the air, the fishes were
not
frightened, they swam right up to the little
princesses and ate out of their hands and let
themselves be
petted.
Around the castle was a great park where
there grew fiery-red and deep-blue trees.
















Their fruits shone as
though they were the purest gold, their flowers
were like flames, and their branches and
leaves were
ever in motion. The earth was the finest sand,
not white but blue, the color of burning
sulphur. There
was a blue tinge to everything, down on the
bottom of the sea. You could almost believe
that you were
suspended in mid-air and had the blue sky
both above and below you.








When the sea was calm, the sun
appeared like a crimson flower, from which all
light flowed.
Each little princess had her own garden, where
she could plant the flowers she liked. One of
them had
shaped her flower bed so it resembled a
whale; and another, as a mermaid.









The youngest had planted red
flowers in hers: she wanted it to look like the
sun; it was round and the crimson flowers did
glow as
though they were so many little suns. She was
a strange little child: quiet and thoughtful.







Her sisters'
gardens were filled with all sorts of things that
they had collected from shipwrecks, but she
had only a
marble statue of a boy in hers. It had been cut
out of stone that was almost transparently
clear and had
sunk to the bottom of the sea when the ship
that had carried it was lost.
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Keep your dreams alive.
Understand to achieve anything requires faith and belief in yourself, vision,
hard work, determination, and dedication.
Remember all things are possible for those who believe.
-Gail Devers
This book was created and published on StoryJumper™
©2010 StoryJumper, Inc. All rights reserved.
Publish your own children's book:
www.storyjumper.com






Far, far from land, where the waters are as
blue as the petals of the cornflower and as
clear as glass,
there, where no anchor can reach the bottom,
live the mer-people. So deep is this part of the
sea that you
would have to pile many church towers on top
of each other before one of them emerged
above the
surface.












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