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Papa, Please Get the Moon for Me

Before Monica went to bed she looked out of her window

 and saw the moon.

The moon looked so near.

'I wish I could play with the moon,' thought Monica, 

and reached for it.

But no matter how much she stretched, 

she could not touch the moon.

'Papa,'said Monica to her father, 

'Please get the moon for me.'

Papagot a very long ladder.

He carried the very long ladder toward 

a very high mountain.

Then Papa put the very long ladder 

on top of the very high mountain.

Upand up and up he climbed.

Finally,Papa got to the moon, 

'My daughter Monica would like to play with you,

butyou are much too big' said Papa.

'Every night I get a little smaller,' said the moon.

 'When I am just the right size you can take me with you.'

And,indeed, the moon got smaller and smaller.

Andsmaller.

When the moon was just the right size, Papa took it.

Down and down and down he climbed.

'Here,' said Papa to Monica, 'I have the moonfor you.'

Monica jumped and danced with the moon.

She hugged the moon and threw it into the air.

But the moon kept getting smaller and smaller and smaller,

 and finally it disappeared altogether.

Then, one night, Monica saw 

a thin sliver of the moon reapear.

Each night the moon grew.....

And grew..

And grew..