The Golden Hair

Once upon a time a fat little kid named Peter, was living alone deep, deep in the forest. He felt so alone in there, he wanted to get out, but he could not. He had tried everything he could, walked hundreds and hundreds of miles, to what he thought was the end of the forest, but that was just his own house. He tried to build at giant staircase to see the end of the forest. But the only thing he saw was trees, animals, and mushrooms. He couldn’t get out of the forest. So he thought: “The only way I can get out of this damn forest is if somebody help me,” and that’s what he did, he caught birds, fox’s, deer’s and all kinds of animals, tied messages to them and let them go. And then he waited…

3 years after…

It was a very cold winter evening. The wind blowing hard, his house was squeaking, and you could hear the wind blow in the tree tops. Suddenly there was a noise: “Knock knock,” and again: “Knock knock,” Peter was shaking while he quietly was moving towards the door. “Knock, knock,” He opened the door slowly, and out there a little thing was standing “Hey,” said the ting “Can I get in?” Peter was staring, on the small little thing standing outside the door. “Yes,” Peter finally said. “Thanks,” said the little thing. The thing looked so weird, that he was about to laugh. It had one leg, with one foot. Brown pants with a blue shirt. His head were like a human head except it had one eye. “So what is your name?” asked the little thing. “My name is Peter, what is yours?” answered Peter with a little tiny voice. “My name is Zing,” said Zing. “Why are you living deep, deep in a forest?” asked Zing while he was looking around. Peter answered: “I cannot remember it,” “That sound annoying, I came here because I got cursed by an evil witch. It might be the same, which coursed you. ”So we are going to live together,” said Zing happy: “I have got a friend!”