Celeste was the kind of girl that is always daydreaming. But her parents said that she must pay attention. She obeyed the rule, “children are to be seen and not heard”, for she rarely spoke.
One night she had a glorious dream. She was standing in a park with rows of marigolds and dandelions blanketed in hazel and silvery light of the sunset. Then she saw the strangest thing. A statue of a lioness was creeping past a cherry tree. The lioness looked very sleek and flexible, but that was not what mattered. The fact that a statue could move made Celeste wonder. Suddenly she woke up.
“ Oh, I must make a park like that!” She still remembered her dream. That afternoon, right after lunch, she called her friend Mark. She told him about her dream and asked him what she could do. “Bah, you can’t even eat broccoli, but you know it is nearly Christmas, and I will report to Santa. He will do what he can do.”
On Christmas Eve, Celeste quickly wrote for a rubber ducky for her baby brother George. “Celeste Erin McJordan, you are growing up and you must stop daydreaming,” snapped her mother. The next day, Celeste dashed to the living room. There was an envelope for her. She opened it. Inside there was – a picture of the park she had dreamed of!
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