A Magical Garden
- Szallos Zsófia

- May 24
- 2 min read

A long time ago, there was a magical garden called the Musical Garden, because every night when someone went to the garden, the flowers started singing and started making beautiful noises, and it was the prettiest garden you have ever seen.
The Musical Garden was full of flowers and magic. The owner in the garden was a really beautiful girl called Lily, she was one of the happiest girls in the world, but one day she closed that Magical Garden. No one ever knew why.
Everyone was worried about Lily and sad, because they wanted to hear that beautiful noise from the magical flowers, but they couldn’t. Years passed and still nothing, and people started to lose hope about the magical garden. People forgot how to sing, and everything started to get grey and black.
But one day, a poor girl named Sophia vent for a walk alone, and she found a really old key next to a lake. It wasn’t made out of gold or diamond, it was just made out of old medal.
“What is this? A key? What is this for? Should I keep it? I think it is better to keep it.”
She picked the key up and she started to hear a really calm and beautiful sound. She didn’t know what that was, but she followed that sound until she found a really big gate. On the gate there were no doorknobs, there was only a star-shaped rock, and the girl put the key on the rock, and the gate opened, and everything came alive, every flower started to sing again, and everything was colourful again.
Lily came out, and she decided to open the Musical Garden. People heard the news, and they were really happy. People learned how to sing again. Everything was like a long time ago. But one thing was wrong.
Lily started to get really old and weak, so Lily offered to Sophia to be the new owner of the Musical Garden.
“Can my family come to?”
“Of course!”
Sophia was the new owner of the Musical Garden. She and her family was the happiest family in the whole world. But no one never knew why the Musical Garden had been closed.
Szallos Zsófia V. B




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