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One sunny afternoon in St Heliers, just after a sprinkle of rain, a shimmering rainbow arched across the sky. Rosalie, still in her Dumbo PJs, squealed from the deck, “It’s a rainbow portal!” Derby, her flying elephant, nodded wisely. “Let’s go!”
One sunny afternoon in St Heliers, just after a sprinkle of rain, a shimmering rainbow arched across the sky. Rosalie, still in her Dumbo PJs, squealed from the deck, “It’s a rainbow portal!” Derby, her flying elephant, nodded wisely. “Let’s go!”
With a flutter of wings and a swirl of sparkles, Rosalie, Isabella (in her purple UGG boots), and their friend Stephanie were whisked away to Rainbow Realm—a land where unicorns pranced on clouds and the grass giggled when you stepped on it.
With a flutter of wings and a swirl of sparkles, Rosalie, Isabella (in her purple UGG boots), and their friend Stephanie were whisked away to Rainbow Realm—a land where unicorns pranced on clouds and the grass giggled when you stepped on it.
A unicorn named Glittermane trotted over. “Dance with us!” she neighed. Music floated from the sky, and the girls twirled and leapt, their laughter echoing through the pastel hills. Stephanie spun like a star, Rosalie did her signature thumb-suck twirl (oops!), and Isabella glided like a vintage ballerina.
A unicorn named Glittermane trotted over. “Dance with us!” she neighed. Music floated from the sky, and the girls twirled and leapt, their laughter echoing through the pastel hills. Stephanie spun like a star, Rosalie did her signature thumb-suck twirl (oops!), and Isabella glided like a vintage ballerina.
Suddenly, the rainbow began to fade. “Quick!” Derby trumpeted. “One last dance!” They held hands, spun in a circle, and with a whoosh, landed back on the deck—muddy, giggly, and glowing.
Suddenly, the rainbow began to fade. “Quick!” Derby trumpeted. “One last dance!” They held hands, spun in a circle, and with a whoosh, landed back on the deck—muddy, giggly, and glowing.
Mum peeked out. “Why are your socks rainbow-colored?”
Mum peeked out. “Why are your socks rainbow-colored?”
Rosalie grinned. “We danced with unicorns.”
Rosalie grinned. “We danced with unicorns.”
Rosalie & Mum’s Dance Day Delight
Rosalie & Mum’s Dance Day Delight
It started with a blast of music from the kitchen—Mum had found her old playlist from the 90s and was twirling in her purple UGG boots, floaty dress swishing like a fairy. Rosalie, still in her Dumbo PJs, peeked out from her messy room, thumb halfway to her mouth, then paused. The beat was irresistible.
It started with a blast of music from the kitchen—Mum had found her old playlist from the 90s and was twirling in her purple UGG boots, floaty dress swishing like a fairy. Rosalie, still in her Dumbo PJs, peeked out from her messy room, thumb halfway to her mouth, then paused. The beat was irresistible.
“Come on, Rosie!” Mum called, spinning dramatically and nearly knocking over a vase.
“Come on, Rosie!” Mum called, spinning dramatically and nearly knocking over a vase.
Rosalie giggled, grabbed Derby (who was already mid-air, flapping her ears to the rhythm), and dashed into the kitchen. The Derbies followed like a flying parade, bumping into cupboards and giggling in their own squeaky way.
Rosalie giggled, grabbed Derby (who was already mid-air, flapping her ears to the rhythm), and dashed into the kitchen. The Derbies followed like a flying parade, bumping into cupboards and giggling in their own squeaky way.
They danced through breakfast, noodles flying, and laughed until their cheeks hurt. Jasmine joined on video call, choreographing a routine from her poolside deck in Manurewa. Even Isabella peeked up from the basement, munching Whittaker’s chocolate and swaying to the beat.
They danced through breakfast, noodles flying, and laughed until their cheeks hurt. Jasmine joined on video call, choreographing a routine from her poolside deck in Manurewa. Even Isabella peeked up from the basement, munching Whittaker’s chocolate and swaying to the beat.
By the end of the day, Rosalie had forgotten all about her thumb-sucking and even tidied her room—just a little—so Nana might write this very story.
By the end of the day, Rosalie had forgotten all about her thumb-sucking and even tidied her room—just a little—so Nana might write this very story.
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