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Judul : A Sleeper Girl And Her Dream By: Aulia L. Nazain

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A Sleeper Girl And Her Dream By: Aulia L. Nazain

Friday, February 15, 20131comments

Picilla was a sleeper girl, she could sleep wherever its place in the kitchen, at the yard, at the cake shop, and there are many places which have not thought by us.
Her mother was always scolding her.


"Wake picilla, you do not see what time it is, it's your time to deliver the cakes for customers they have been waiting for these"
"Hooooaaaaaammmmm" picilla long yawn
"Picilla .......!" Shouts mother.
picilla got up and went over use her beautiful bicycles to deliver some cakes , even  that bike more beautiful than pricilla. She knocked the door very loudly
"dok dok dok .. Sir..!! it is your cake! Dok dok dokk.. sir "
One day picilla deliver the cake to a place was so far away, in a house in the village. "Wow ... a very cute and pretty house but very quiet"
not as usual, she knocked friendly "tok tok tok .. Excuse me come to deliver your cake, tok tok tok is there anybody home? "
No answer at all, picilla back to the original way of politely knocking on the door hardly
"Dok dok dok .. lady!!!! I come to drop cake "still no answer, picilla fell asleep on the porch.
He walked toward the back garden, he heard the sound of classical music that  so melancholy and she follow where the voice was coming, it brings her to dancing dancing and dancing .. Suddenly the stopped, BRUUUK picilla body  had fallen to the ground, she realized
"Where am I? What the strange place with hundreds of cactus plants? .. mom help me ..! ". Picilla ran to take his bike and drove home quickly.
Arriving at home her mother looked furious "picilla yo went in a long time, and why do not you give her cake too ..!"
"I'm sorry mom but I was already there and no one in the house"
"Tomorrow you have to back to deliver this cake there, do not make disappoint our customers"
picilla actually did not want to go back to that place.
In the early days of summer, as usual picilla had awakened from sleep so as not to wake up late "picilla up, let  quick shower, breakfast and you have to re-deliver the cake, it was late one day they will be angry." 
Picilla come back to the small house near the cactus garden and knocked on the door "... I deliver the cake lady"
suddenly he heard a very loud music from the distant she followed the sound until the sound audible "wow .... The fairy dancers, really beautiful ".
"... Stop!" The voice of the fairy queen who was taller than the other she wore a silver dress with diamond crown. Theres a stranger who came to our region, hey you  ... get out of here or we'll kidnap you and you cant go back home " the queen was angry 
picilla could not do anything he was arrested, but the Queen was smell the savory of cakes which brought by picilla "This a nice scent hmmmm ... ok I forgive you and you should to dance with us"
"But I cant dance" said picilla
"Do not be afraid, my elves will teach you how to dance like a gracious lady" said the fairy queen
picilla learn to dance and it formed a new attitude, picilla not be rude anymore.
"Hey ...! Beautiful .. wake up, you're sleeping on my porch, oooh I have wait for this cake from yesterday" the voice of a grandmother made  picilla wake from her strange dream .. "Hmmm sorry Grandma, I am so sorry it is my bad habits" with a little confused picilla trying to get up and leave grandma cake.
but any new ones although only in a dream world, it has changed picilla to be a nice girl.
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November 30, 2013 at 9:18 AM

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