once upon a time...
there was a girl. this girl liked to travel. she loved seeing new places, and new things. she was not very good at holding still. especially if she had to sit in one spot, and not move for a long time. this is what happed to the girl today. she had to sit for many hours in a car, then a train, then a train again and then a car again. she did this, though, because she needed to go somewhere to turn in some very important papers. she went to a consulate, which is when one country has an office in another country. the consulate tells people if they are allowed to go visit or live in that other country for a period of time. this is what the girl wanted to do: she wanted to travel far across the ocean to another country, called spain. she wanted to go there to live for a while, and help other people learn her language. she also wanted to become better at the language they speak there, which is spanish,
because it is one thing to be able to speak and understand another language, which she can do, and quite another to be able to quickly switch back and forth between two languages, and help other people understand what is being said, even if they do not understand the language. this is something this girl might want to do, but she has to practise a lot to be good. so today the girl went to a big city, and turned in some papers to the consulate, along with a good deal of money, because thats just the way those sorts of things work. then she had a little bit of time before she had to get back on the train to go home. she wandered around in a park and heard a very peculiar sound. it was the sound of music, coming from somewhere in the park. she kept walking, until she realized that the music was coming from a very big and very pretty stage. it looked like a big sculpture--all silver and twisty. and underneath, all the people were singing or playing pretty instruments, and all doing different things, but making a very nice sound, because they were all watching one person, who told them when to do what things. He is called the conductor, because he conducts the orchestra and the choir. trains also have conductors, she thought, but she didn't get to see the 
conductor on her train, just a man collecting money for tickets. he was very nice, though, and she thought how nice it is when people are cheerful and helpful instead of sad or angry. the girl did not stay long, however, because she did not want to be late for the train, so she walked back to the station, and bought a big, yummy cinnamon roll to eat on the way home. it is nice to be able to travel places, even if you don't own a car, she thought. but it also meant she had to get up very early to catch the train, and so she was very sleepy by the end of the day. perhaps she should go to bed early, because tomorrow is another day.
