5 Year Old Enthusiastically Reading Mr. Happy
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on the other side of the world where the sun shines hotter than here. Well, the trees are 100 feet tall. There was account country called Happy Land. As you might very well expect. Everyone who lives in happy learning is as happy as the day is long. It's such a happy place that even the flower scene doesn't now and happy. And all the animals in Happyland are happy as well. If you have no first thing this morning knows, or a happy cat or a dog, or even a smiling alarm, go to Happy Rock. This is a story about someone who lives and happy land who happened to be called Mr Happy. Mr Happy was fat on ground, then happy. He lives as a small cottage beside the lake at the foot of a mountain in close to the woods. One day we'll, Mr Happy, was walking in those woods near his home. He came across something which was really very sudden. They're in the trunk of one of the very tall trees was a door, not a very large door, but it was certainly a door small, nearer yellow dork, definitely a door and wondered who lives there here, said Mr Happy, and he turned the handle of that small narrowed yellow door. The girl wasn't locked in a swirl open quite easily just inside the small, narrow yellow door Waas, a small narrow Why winding staircase leading down Mr Happy squeezed his rather large body through the rather 30 doorway on begun to walk down the stairs. The stairs won't run, went around the round and down and down, around and down and down and round Family. After a long time, Mr Happy reached the bottom of the staircase. He looked around and saw it in front of him, another small in Europe door. But this one was red. Mr Happy looked on the door. Whose there's the divorce. It was sad, squeaky sort of voice. Who's there? Mr. Happy slowly pushed open the red door There. Sitting on the stool was somebody look at exactly Mr Happy, except that he didn't look happy. It'll in fact, he looked downright miserable. Hello, said Mr Happy on Mr Happy. Oh, are you really sniffed? The person who looks miss looked like Mr Happy, But was it well, my name is Mr Miserable and armed the most miserable person in the world. Why are you so miserable? Ask Mr Happy because I am replying. Mr Miserable, How would you like to be happy like me? Ask Mr Happy. I give anything to be happy, said Mr Liz. Arable from so miserable. I don't think I could ever be happy, he added miserably. Mr Happy made up his mind quickly. Follow me, he said. Where to ask Mr Measurable? Don't argue, said Mr Happy. He went out through the small, narrow red door. It's the leasable hesitated and then followed up on the winding staircase. They went up and up on round and round and up and round and round and up until they came out into the woods for me, Mr. Happy again. So I both walked through the woods back to Mr Happy's Cottage, Mr Miserable State and Mr Happy's cut it for quite a while, enduring that time, the most remarkable thing happened. He's gonna smile because he was living and happy. One Mr Miserable, Very versatile. We stop invisible and started to be happy, does not stop down at the corners. A very, very slowly started turning up that opponents and eventually Mr Invisibles, did something that she never done in his whole life. He smiled. Then he chuckled, which turned into a giggle, which can't became a last with a booming hardy huge chunk lodged a normal fluffed. And Mr Happy was so surprised that he started to laugh as well. And both of them laughed, then laughed. They laughed until their sides, sides, heart and their eyes water Mr Miserable, Miserable and Mr Happy left, been left in left. They would not saddened. Still, they love on and and because they were laughing so much, everybody who saw themselves laughing as well, even the birthday tree started laugh at the salt as somebody call Mr Miserable, who just got stopped laughing. I love Brasilia. End of the story, except to say that issue. Ever feel as miserable as Mr Miserable too? I used to know used to You know exactly what to dio. Don't you just turn your mouth up back the corners. Go on, Mr Landless Literalness. Mr Langdon, Little Miss