Before Katie went to bed she looked out of her window and saw the moon. The moon so near. “I wish I could play with moon” thought Katie reached for it. But no matter how much stretched not touch “Papa” said father “please get me.” papa got a very long ladder. He carried ladder towards high mountain. Then Papa put on top Up up up he climbed. Finally “My daughter would like you” Papa “but you are too big.” “Every night little smaller” “When am just right size can take me you.” And indeed smaller smaller. When was took Down down “Here” have jumped danced She hugged threw it into air. kept getting smaller finally disappeared altogether. Then one thin silver reappear. each night grew… grew