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Children's Stories
by Margo Fallis
Ian & Mac Bedtime Stories - The Carousel

“Dagan’s mum fixed breakfast for him, called his name and told him to hurry. She said she had a big surprise for him,” Mac said.

“Mac, I can hardly keep my eyes open. Don’t make this story too scary or I’ll never get to sleep. Go on,” Ian said.

“Dagan jumped out of bed and ran down to the kitchen to eat his breakfast. He loved surprises. As he ate his scrambled eggs he wondered what the surprise was. Would it be a new bicycle, or an ice cream cone, or even a trip to the beach for pony rides. Dagan asked his mum what the surprise was. She told him he’d have to wait and see. They showered and got dressed and climbed into the car. Dagan could hardly wait. They drove right past the bicycle shop, the ice cream shop and the beach. Once again Dagan asked where they were going, but she told him he’d have to wait and see. She drove to the park. Dagan was happy because he thought they would have a picnic. He loved picnics. They climbed out the car and walked through the park, right past the ice lollie man and the paddle boats. His mum stopped at the carousel.”

“I’ll bet Dagan was disappointed. Carousels are for lassies, not laddies.” Ian rolled onto his tummy.

“He was disappointed and let his mum know it. What he didn’t know was that it was a magical carousel. Any child who goes for a ride on it gets to have one wish. Dagan cried and whined and stomped his feet. He watched other children going on the carousel. They all seemed happy. Finally he gave in and climbed onto a dragon. Some parts were dragons; others were unicorns, fairies and regular horses. He sat on the dragon and waited until the carousel music began. It turned and the ride began. Around he went. He didn’t wave at his mum like the other kids were doing to their mums. He pouted and looked the other way. “

“It sounds to me like he needs his ears cuffed and a good wallop,” Ian said. “Spoiled brat.”

“Now now, Ian. Dagan’s mum didn’t believe in walloping her son. Around and around it went, faster and faster. Dagan had to hold on tight to the pole sticking out of the dragon’s back. Finally the ride ended. Dagan climbed off the dragon and ran to his mum. She asked him if he’d enjoyed the ride. He told her no, he didn’t. He said carousels were for babies. His mum was getting rather annoyed with him. He wanted an ice cream cone and she wouldn’t buy him one. He wanted an ice lollie and she wouldn’t buy him one of those. Finally he stopped and stomped his feet. He said that he wished he was a grown up so he could do whatever he wanted. Poof!”


“Poof! He changed into a man. His mum was shocked and put her hand over her mouth. Dagan thought it was great to be a man and not a kid, but he had to go and get a job and he never had time for ice cream cones or roller coasters, or bicycle rides, or pony rides at the beach. He’d made his wish on the magic carousel and he couldn’t change his mind. Every day after work he walked past the carousel on his way home. He thought about how he’d behaved that day. Never again could he be a boy. When he got married and had children of his own, he took them to the carousel every day. He made sure they weren’t spoiled like he was and didn’t buy them ice cream all the time, just now and then.”

“You know what, Mac? That was a good story. When I have my own baby raccoons, I’m going to take them to the carousel, even if they are laddies. Goodnight, Mac.”

“Goodnight, Ian.”

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