Some of the stories written by my 10-year-old daughter, Jina, have been published in the UK’s only well-known magazine for kids, Aquila. Jina has recently writen the attached story “How the sun came to be”. Enjoy! — Mehdi Falahati
Long, long ago, before time began, before you or I were in the world yet, before your parent’s, parent’s parents were born, in the deep forest Foofoo, in the heart of New Zealand, there was quarrel between the lion, the zebra, the kangaroo, the elephant, and all the other animals in the deep forest Foofoo. It was all about the sun, they didn’t have on. Mind you, they didn’t even know what it was, until the lion declared: “Why can’t I see my beautiful feathers, it’s no good having no light.”
The zebra was also upset. He said he wanted to see his fabulous pouch at the end of his tail.
Kangaroo announced that her mane of soft fur must be shown-off too the whole of the deep forest Foofoo.
The elephant said his beautiful, bendy beak was so wondrous he should pass around whilst everybody stares at it.
Meanwhile, the beaver was rolling wood to the sound of the water to build a dam. There was a twig on the floor and Beaver tripped up on it. All the logs she had collected flew high up into the sky. They landed straight into the volcano and with a massive BANG, splashes of lava flew into the air and froze! That’s right, it froze, right there in the sky. As all the hustle was going on, beaver stopped the quarrel by showing them the sun.
The lion felt stupid. He had no feathers. His mane, however was extremely soft and made him look strong and brave.
The zebra blushed. He didn’t have a pouch, in fact, he was al stripy, but that’s what made him look so wonderful.
The kangaroo hid. She was embarrassed. She had no mane of soft fur on her stomach. She had a cozy pouch instead.
And the elephant felt shameful. His beak was a trunk. Nobody had seen anything so useful.
So now you know the sun is just an accidental ball of boiling hot lava, above the grate volcano of the deep forest Foofoo. ☺