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Dreamtime Adventures
The stories told to my daughter to ease her into sleep and pleasant dreams
“There weren’t always dragons in the Valley,” I say to my daughter as the beginning of tonight’s bedtime story, plucked from the very depth of my imagination.
My daughter is laying in bed, covers pulled up to her neck and her gorgeous big blue eyes gaze at me, waiting in anticipation of my next words. She loves my impromptu stories.
Hello, my name is Santi and I am a storyteller. Most of my stories are made up on the spur of the moment, usually when putting my daughter to bed.
Last night’s story was all about a magician who sold cold and flu’s in his ancient shop. Anybody could buy from this magician, but what the buyers didn’t realise, is they’ll always receive two for the price of one. If they purchase a cold, for example, secretly giving it to an enemy, then they will also find themselves suddenly struck down with the same cold.
Tonight’s story is totally different. It begins with the following sentence, ‘There weren’t always dragons in the Valley’ and it goes on to tantalise my daughter’s imagination and…
