Papa, please get me the moon before Monika went to mattress, she seemed out the window and saw the moon. The moon appeared adore it used to be very shut. "I want I would play with the moon," concept Monika, and tried to arrive him. However as so much as she stretched and stretched, she couldn’t contact the moon. "Papa," mentioned Monika to her father, "please get the moon for me." Dad got an awfully long ladder. He carried the very lengthy ladder to a very high mountain. Then Papa put the very long ladder on prime of the very high mountain. He climbed greater and larger and greater. Eventually Papa reached the moon. "My daughter Monika want to play with you, however you’re a lot too colossal." "I get slightly smaller every night time," said the moon. "If i’m simply the correct dimension, that you would be able to take me with you." And particularly – the moon used to be getting smaller … And smaller … And smaller. When the moon used to be simply the right size, Papa took it with him. He climbed down the ladder and down and down. "right here," Papa said to Monika. "right here i’ve the moon for you." Monika hopped and danced with the moon. She hugged the moon and threw it in the air. But the moon was once getting smaller … And smaller … And smaller. And finally he fully disappeared. And then – one evening Monika saw an extra thin piece of silver from the moon. And the moon grew every night time … And grew … And grew.