SHANA HOPKINS

My child, you have

Aladdin got on his horse. The guards, divided into front and back, marched in neat lines to the palace. The passers-by in the street, attracted by their imposing force and neat dress, stopped to watch the spectacle with a mixture of admiration and admiration. Aladdin, in particular, stood out in the procession. His good looks and good manners command respect. On the way, the guards did what Aladdin had told them to do, scattering gold coins by the handfuls into the crowd. The manner and the manner were exactly that of a prince on a tour. The admiration for Aladdin was overwhelming. Although some of them knew that Aladdin came from a poor family and was the son of a tailor, none of them envied him. On the contrary, they said that it was Heaven's will that he should enjoy the happiness he deserved, and they prayed for his longevity.