Bolda's Quest for Kind Words
by
Thomas
A story about Respect
for your Kindergartener.
High on a misty mountain, there lived Bolda the Bright. She was a brave Girl Viking who loved to explore the drifting clouds.
One blustery morning, the wind whooshed over Bolda’s camp. Her scrolls of wisdom fluttered away, scattering across the rocky slopes!
A single scroll came to rest on a smooth, round stone. Its golden letters shimmered like tiny stars on the paper.
Bolda bent down to pick it up, but tangled vines blocked her path. She heard the soft bleat of mountain goats nearby and called, “Please, can you help me find a way through?”
The goats nodded and gently chewed at the vines. “Thank you!” Bolda said, slipping past the thick leaves.
A large cluster of prickly vines clung to a steep bluff. Tiny thorns glimmered like sharp little needles in the morning light.
Bolda climbed higher until she met an eagle perched on a ledge. “Excuse me,” she said, “would you kindly fly over there and see if my scroll is stuck in that tree?”
The strong eagle swooped down and lifted a scroll from the branches. Bolda smiled. “Thank you. Your help means so much to me!” she said, hugging the parchment close.