kids story Papa, Please Get The Moon For Me

 Papa, please get the moon for me. Before Monica went to bed she looked out of her window and saw the moon. The moon was visible up close. "I wish I could play with the moon," Monica thought and reached for it. But no matter how much it stretched, it could not touch the moon. "Papa," Monica said to her father, "please get the moon for me."

   Papa got a very long ladder. He took a very long ladder to a very high mountain. Then Papa put a very long ladder on top of a very high mountain. He climbed up and up. Finally, Papa went to the moon. Chandra said, "My daughter Monica would like to play with you, but you are too big."

 "Every night I'll be a little younger," Dad said. "You can take me with you when I'm just the right size." And, really, the moon got smaller ... and smaller ... and smaller. When the moon was just the right size, Dad took it. Down and down and down it went up. Dad said to Monica, "Here, I have the moon for you." Monica jumps and dances with the moon.

 He hugged the moon and threw it into the air. But the moon kept getting smaller ... and smaller ... and smaller. And finally she disappeared altogether. Then, one night, Monica reappeared on the moon's thin sleeve. Every night the moon grew ... and grew ... and grew.