Reva’s Red Car - A Short Children’s Story
In this short children’s story, a little boy is waiting for a gift, and gets to listen a fun story as he waits.
Onyinye Obiorah
6/2/20263 min read
Reva’s Red Car
Reva wanted a toy car. He wanted one like Peter’s. Peter was the boy from his favourite TV show, Little Peter and His Red Sports Car.
“Mummy,” Reva called, tugging at Mummy’s skirt. "Can I please have a red car?” he asked. “I want one just like Peter’s.”
Mummy knew Peter was the boy from Reva’s favourite TV show.
“Okay, dear. I’ll get you a toy car today when I get to the toy store," she said.
Reva was happy.
When the time came for Mummy to go out, Reva waved good bye. He hoped she’d be back quickly.
'DING DONG!' rang the doorbell. Reva sat up. “Could it be Mummy?” he wondered. It wasn’t Mummy. It was Gran Anna, Grandma’s friend.
“Hello, Gran Anna,” Reva said with a gloomy face. He was sad it wasn’t Mummy.
“Reva,” David said, “Mummy just left the house. You have to be patient.”
So Reva settled down to a tea party with Fluffy and Mr. Elephant.
VOOOM VOOOOM! A car pulled up outside. Reva jumped out of his chair and ran to the window. “Could it be Mummy?” he said to himself. But again, it wasn’t Mummy. It was the plumber.
“Hello Mr. Mark,” Reva said with a sad face.
“Not so bubbly today?” said the plumber to Reva as he threw him in the air.
Door bell after door bell rang, but Mummy wasn’t behind the door. And soon, it was time to go to bed. Grandma sent them off to bed, but Reva said, “Can I please wait for Mummy? She promised to bring a red toy car home for me.”
“Of course you can,” said Grandma. “Sit next to me, and I’ll tell you a story while we wait.”
“Once upon a time,” she began, “there lived a woman with her children. They were poor and never had enough to eat. The king of the land was kind, and when he heard some of his subjects had nothing to eat, he felt sorry for them. So everyday, he made sure no one went to bed hungry. The King’s messenger brought food to all the hungry in the land.
One night, they all sat at the table. They were waiting for the King’s messenger to bring their daily portion of food. Soon there was a knock at the door.
KNOCK KNOCK!
‘It must be the King’s messenger,’ they thought. But it wasn’t him. It was a neighbour. She asked for a coin she had lent the poor woman. She took out her last coin and paid what she owed.
One after the other, people came knocking at the door, but it was never the king’s messenger. They still had no food to eat. They had waited for so long. ‘The King must have forgotten all about us tonight,’ they thought. They were soon tired of waiting. And one by one they left the table. Only the woman was sitting at the table. Finally, she too got tired of waiting and stood up to leave. But just then, there was a knock at the door.
‘Come back tomorrow,’ said the woman. ‘Everyone is asleep.’
‘But the King has sent me,’ said the voice. ‘And I cannot take these gifts back with me. They are much too heavy to carry.’
At that she ran to the door and opened it. It was the King’s messenger at the door. His cart was filled with gifts for them.
‘I’m sorry I’m late,’ he said. ‘It took me a long time to load the carts because they are so many gifts!’ he said. The King’s messenger had come after all.
And from that day on, they were never hungry again. They had enough to eat and to share with their friends.
The end,” said Gran. She had come to the end of her story. Reva was already fast asleep, so she took him to bed.
The next morning, the first thing Reva saw was his red toy car at the foot of his bed.
The End.