The story happened last Sunday, when I was still sleeping, dreaming about a fairy and a princess. Everything was going well in my dream until the princess suddenly shouted at me loudly, but unclearly. I couldn’t hear what she was saying and she repeated her words. This time I got it, she said, “Wake up, daughter! Wake up and save me!” How come I had a mother who was a princess? No, no, no…….it seemed it was really my mother, waking me up as usual. So, this was how my dream was destroyed and was woken up.
When I woke up, I was shocked. Where’s my mother? Didn’t she wake me up? Then, a small voice with a sharp tone shouted, “Here I am!” I looked downwards and found that it was my mother! She was alright except with a height of 20cm tall. This made me nearly fall down from the bed and I shouted madly. I took ten minutes for calming myself and then I stared at my mother. “So, what happened to your height?” I took a deep breath and asked. My mother replied, “It was all because of the mouse! This morning, when I was cleaning the kitchen, I saw one of them. So, I caught it and threw it into the rubbish truck. The king of mice was furious and turned me into 20cm tall with his magic. Those dirty, disgusting little things!” I thought of the terrible morning my mother had today and I tried to think of some solutions.
Suddenly, an idea came to me. I told it to my mother and found some tools, such as a torch. My mother and I shouted loudly together.” Mouse! Mouse! Where are you?” No one appeared and we shouted again. Then, a mouse ran out from the cupboard, it was as tall as my mother and wore a crown. “I am the queen of mice and I am going to help you,” said the mouse. My mother jumped and shouted happily, I grinned at her. “However, I would like to have a deal with you. You should pay us with some chocolate and cheese to our kingdom every week after I cast a spell on you,” the queen of mice continued her words. “Sure. I promise you,” my mother answered eagerly. Then, the queen of mice tapped her fingers, and my mother grew bigger and bigger, until she grew back to her original size. My mother was excited and quickly got the chocolate and cheese to the mice.
It was really an unforgettable experience for my mother and me. I was worried about my mother at first and felt lucky about the kindness of the queen of mice. Lastly, sometimes I hope that my mother didn’t agree with the deal that day, so I could enjoy my chocolate and cheese without the disturbance of mice today!