Action Annie
Story Seven
"Annie's Music Box"
By
William Forde
Cover Illustration by Dave Bradbury
Copyright February 2012 by William Forde
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Author’s Foreword
A music box is there to play wonderful music. However beautiful the notes though, there is no sound as beautiful as the sound of a child’s happiness; no sun is as warm as a child’s smiley face, no song is as sweet as a child’s nursery rhyme, no touch is as satisfying as a child’s embrace, no entreaty is as coaxing as a child’s prayer and no celebration is as instant as a child’s innocent surprise. Follow Annie as she loses her voice but finds much more to her delight.
‘Annie's music box’
It was the middle of a summer’s day; a day when it seemed to Annie that everyone was outdoors having fun, and if they weren’t outdoors having fun, they should have been! Annie could hear the birds singing, the neighbour’s dog barking, the postman whistling, traffic travelling along the road and the voices of children playing happily nearby. Everyone was outdoors; everyone that is except Annie, who’d been told to stay inside all day.
Inside the house, Annie was sitting quietly. She was still in her pyjamas despite it being in the afternoon. Her face had the unhappy look of a squashed tomato, and most unusual of all, there wasn't one sound coming out of her mouth! Earlier, Annie had woken up with a sore throat.
She didn’t feel her usual cheerful self today and left the bathroom hand towel on the floor, her toothpaste still uncapped and the loo unflushed. As Annie went downstairs for her breakfast, she banged her big toe on a toy train she had forgotten to tidy away yesterday.