The World of Baby Amara
Written and created by Alexander Keller
Zendara Entertainment LLC
Copyright 2026
——–Character Description———
A one-year 11 months old Baby princess Amara Zendara is Adorable with her big green
hypnotic eyes, and her white distinctive beaded braid that dangles in front of her face. She is
rambunctious, curious, and a quick learner with endless energy. Never sitting still, she is
fascinated with her animal friends who find her interesting and are compelled to protect her. She
can somehow communicate with them through baby talk. Which makes a daily crusade for her
Stuart Omar, who has been assigned by the King to watch over Amara and be her guardian.
She is always getting into something, as her nervous Nanny comically pursues her, which
always seems to get him the dirty end of the stick. If something should happen to Princess
Amara, who knows what the king would do to him.
Chapter 1.
Amara’s first step
King Elias enters his daughter’s chambers, where he sees baby Amara playing with her toys in
the middle of the room. Omar stands next to the window as he carefully watches Amara. He has
been recently assigned to be her guardian and takes his job very seriously, as the king has
personally chosen him for this job. Comfortably sitting in the corner reading a book is Queen
Shakina with two other hand maidens cleaning up around the room. Amara is one year and 11
months old and has been making a strong effort to walk. Elias says “how’s it going my lady”?
Queen Shakina looks up from her book and replies. “Everything is going well my King”. Elias
walks over to his daughter and picks her up as she gazes into his eyes and bats them several
times showing her love for her daddy . Shakina says, “Her birthday is coming up soon and we
should discuss some plans for the celebration”. Elias, focused on his daughter as he tosses her
into the air making Amara laugh and giggle. “When would you like to do it my queen?” Shakina
responds. “We should start now. Let’s go and talk to the staff and see what preparations we can
set up”. Elias continued to play with his daughter ,and made little funny baby Sounds back at
her. “No problem, but first I have to attend to something, and I will meet you as soon as I am
done”.
King Elias placed Amara in a standing position as she bravely stood firm. He kneels down, and
reaches out encouraging Amara to come to him. Baby Amara spoke in baby talk saying “Dada”.
Elias was overjoyed, and quickly turned his head to Shakina and excitedly said, “she just called
me Dada”, Shakina looked at the both of them and smiled. “She’ll be walking soon, any day
now”. Amara continued to make cute little baby sounds as she swayed back-and-forth
attempting to make her first step. With one big woosh, she fell backwards as her little white braid
cutely bounces into the air and landed on top of her head. Amara reaches for the ledge of the
window to pull herself up and stabilize herself back to her feet. Elias, looking at his daughter with
a big smile, stood up, and turned to face Omar.
Elias’s expression instantly changed, and With a stone faced look, he said. “Make sure you
keep your eye on the princess, she has a way of getting into things ,and I wouldn’t want
anything to happen to you. Omar responded nervously “ you mean her. Elias quickly responded
back “no, I mean you”. Do you know what happened to the last guardian”? Omar pulled his tight
collar around his neck and gulped, As the two house maidens looked at Omar and shook their
heads. Omar nodded his head up and down, and then from side to side, saying “yes sire, I
mean no sire, I mean”. Elias says, “never mind, just make sure you keep your eyes on her after
we leave, now go out and get me the chancellor”. Shakina asked “why do you need to speak to
the chancellor? Is there something wrong”?” “Yes my queen, it seems that we have a chicken
thief amongst us. The kitchen has been complaining that the chickens are missing and they
can’t explain it. Incompetence, even my little daughter could do a better job. He picks up Amara
and jokingly says, you could find out who is stealing chickens can’t you? As he tickles her and
she laughs.
Omar used to work as a Palace guard ,but he was glad that he wasn’t part of any of that.
He hated chickens. He was allergic, and every time he got too close he would break out in a
rash.
Elias turned his attention back to Omar. As his expression changed again. “Tell the
chancellor I’ll meet him in my chambers, and make it quick.” yes sire, as he abruptly bowed his
head and quickly walked towards the door and grabbed the handle and opened it, standing in
the doorway was Saba, holding a basket of freshly baked bread, with her twin sons Jacob and
Isaac standing at her side. Jacob and Isaac were now practically five years old. Jacob as usual
was shy and stepped behind his mother, but Isaac brazenly, walked right in front of his mother
making Saba feel uncomfortable. Isaac fixated on little Amara as she stood by the window.
Saba handed the basket to the housemaid that placed it on Amara’s low table next to the
window. Shakina responded to her sister‘s presence and got up from her chair placing the book
on the table next to her. She was always happy to see her sister, “Please come in, we’re having
a discussion about Amara’s birthday celebration. I would like your opinion”. Elias turned to
Shakina and asked, “how’s the two little men doing”. As he kneeled down again as Jacob
peaked his head out and smiled. Isaac steps forward walking towards Elias. Elias thought that
Isaac was going to give him a hug, but instead he walked right past him towards the basket of
warm bread on the table. Making Saba apologize for his behavior. Saba called out to Isaac, “no
Isaac the bread is for Amara”. Shakina replied, “if the boy is hungry of course he can have a
piece”. Elias stood up feeling a little uncomfortable, and looked at Omar smiling holding the door
open, Elias, with a mad face,“what are you doing ,get going, now!!. Omar with an oh no
expression immediately stepped around the ladies and walked out the door. Shakina spoke, “I’m
thinking about having Amara’s birthday celebration in the courtyard. What do you think”? As they
started chattering to each other. Elias gestured his goodbyes to the ladies who were deep in
conversation. He walked out to the hallway with the two housemates who just finished their
chores. Just at that moment, Amara reached into the basket to grab a piece of warm bread.
Isaac looked around the room and saw that nobody was watching. He thought to himself, “Why
should she have the first piece?” My mom was the one that carried them. So with a quick move
and a satisfied grin, he snatched the warm bread out of her little hand. Amara looked at Isaac
with a sad face,and she wasn’t sure how to react. But something caught her attention in the
window. It was a small monkey looking at the nice warm bread. Isaac saw that Amara was now
focused on the little monkey as she touched the glass and the monkey mimicked back. Isaac
decided to Antagonize the monkey by displaying the bread he had in his hand through the
window. Isaac had an idea to open the window so that the little monkey could take the rest of the
bread. Amara would now have none and they couldn’t blame him. Isaac reached up and
unlatched the window and pushed it open. A minute later Saba called to Isaac as she was still
focused on her conversation with Shakina, “come Isaac”. Isaac was happy to leave after he has
now done what he has set out to do. Shakina, Saba and the two children were about to leave.
Shakina looked around to see if she could locate Omar, but there he was, slightly out of breath
and standing in the doorway, as she almost walked into him. He had run back to Amara’s room
after following the King’s orders. Shakina felt comforted and went back into her conversation as
she exited the room.
Omar, feeling slightly relieved that he had made it back in time not to upset the queen, closed
the door behind him. Wiping his brow he looked for Amara. He could not locate her anywhere in
the room, finally looking at the open window, there she was, all he could see was her little feet
as she scurried out onto the ledge. Omar and a frightful yet sophisticated voice said, “oh my”.
Chapter 2. The ledge
In a complete panic, he ran to the window, but it was too late. She was already too far out on the
ledge and out of reach. Omar quickly surveyed the area and saw a little monkey with the basket
of bread sitting on top of the tree branch in front of Amara‘s window. Speaking in monkey talk as
Amara replied in baby talk. Amara then fearlessly jumped off the ledge. Omar was now in
complete panic mode. Amara is now plummeting to the tree branches that the monkey was
sitting on. Omar’s eyes bulged out of his head as Amara made contact with the tree branch as it
flexed like a rubber band and flipped her directly into the air straight up past Omar‘s bewildered
expression. Omar, with a sudden rush of promise, reached out to grab her, but her rebound was
too fast. She had passed him by as he swung his arms into the empty air. She flew up directly in
front of the balcony above, where her father was speaking to the chancellor. Amara, rainbowing
through the air, saw her father and said Dada. The King, still in conversation with the chancellor, thought he heard something as his eyebrow raised and turned to the balcony to see
what it was. By that time she had dropped out of sight and was heading downwards towards the
courtyard. Elias turned to the chancellor and said, “did you hear that”. The chancellor replied,
“what was that sire”? Elias turned and looked out the balcony again, “It sounded like”…. Elias
shook his head, “never mind”. The chancellor replied. “Maybe it’s just crickets. And you know
how you hate crickets”. Elias said yeah, must’ve been crickets.
A cricket and his friend were sitting on the balcony baluster, and one cricket said to the
other.“What did we ever do to this guy?” The other cricket responded “I don’t know, but
whenever there’s a funny noise we always catch the blame”.
At that very moment, Entering through the gate and into the courtyard was a procession of
women walking casually with baskets full of straw, perfectly balanced on top of their heads. One
by one they empty their baskets into a funnel that slid down into the main granary, where it
would be broken,chopped and made into grain. Omar gasped, as he could see Amara flying
upside down pointing her finger and saying monkey in baby talk. He turned and ran out the
room as quickly as he could, and headed for the courtyard. In the meantime, baby Amara
landed directly on top of one of the women’s baskets of straw that was positioned carefully on
her head. The woman carrying the basket did not feel the impact, and continued her path to
empty her basket with Amara in it. On a soft straw bed, Amara flew down the funnel as if it was
a ride giggling all the way. She slid to the right and then to the left of the oversized funnel.
Finally landed on a large bed of hay on top of a moving belt that was being controlled by a set of
mules connected to some sort of device as they walked in a circle. As the belt moved, it crushed
the straw into grain with a hammer like mechanical mallets, and baby Amara was heading right
for them. The mules immediately saw Amara and made eye Contact, sensing the danger as
Amara somehow seemed to communicate with the concerned animal. The mules stopped their
rotation, and stood still, which made the mallets freeze from their downward descent. Amara,
once in great danger, now nonchalantly crawled quickly forward. The farmer saw the Mules
standing still and immediately took out his strap and aggressively struck the top of the stone
enclosure, “let’s go we don’t have all day”. The mules were stubborn and paid him no mind.
They looked over to see if Amara was out of danger; but by that time, Amara had safely crawled
past the mallets and into a big container of crushed grain. Omar, frantic ,finally had made his
way down and into the granary where he saw with great relief that the entire operation had
come to a complete halt. Amara joyfully slid off the grain and on the opposite side of the moving
belt where Omar was now standing. She was having such a good time she decided to forge
ahead, but which way. She looked up and saw people carrying boxes of food as they rushed in
one door and out the next. Her curiosity peaked, she wanted to see what was going on in there.
The farmer, now changing his attitude, started pleading with the mules. With his two hands
together and on his knees he begged sweetly. “Please please, can we possibly get started
again”. He looked over at the pile of unbroken straw as it continued to build up creating a small
mountain.
Omar now saw his chance ,and quickly tried to reach over the non moving conveyor belt to
grab Amara before she could get away. But she crawled quicker than any normal baby,
especially when she made up her mind where she wanted to go. And just like that, she was
gone. The mules looked at the farmer and finally felt bad, as the farmer almost started to cry.
Simultaneously all the mules started their rotation again,and the mallets started their continuous clobbering of whatever was on that belt ,and right now it was Omar’s head.
A sudden appearance of Cute little birdies perched on stars ,started to sing and dance around
Omar’s head. With a broken drunken smile on his face he reached up to try to grab them. They
quickly transformed into a big gorilla with a baby bottle in its mouth swinging a big club that
made brutal contact between his eyes, sending Omar off into a religious experience of twilight.
Chapter 3. The kitchen
The door flew open as Amara casually crawled her way directly into the hustle and bustle of the
busy kitchen.
The kitchen had a hefty job, feeding all the field hands, granary workers, palace staff, and the
royal family daily, not to mention whoever just seemed to wander in.
As expected the kitchen was moving at a frantic pace in some sort of organized chaos, not
noticing little Amara when she slipped in through the swinging doors. Amara, loving all the
excitement, crawled forward as workers and kitchen staff were moving in all different directions.
Stacking and carrying crates, moving heavy containers of hot water, cutting and prepping all
types of foods as they Chris crossed in perfect rhythm just missing Amara by inches with every
step they took. Amara ended up in a crate of clean pots and pans that was sitting on a mat on
the floor. The chef, who was dicing vegetables, was having a disagreement with his sous chef.
The chef, who was speaking loudly due to the noisy kitchen ,was saying, “there’s no such thing
as a double yolk inside of an ostrich egg. Have you ever seen twin ostriches, it’s just not done”.
The sous chef replied, “ I disagree, if chickens have them why can’t ostriches”. The chef turned
away from the sous chef shaking his head. The chef replied with a snappy tone, “when you find
one let me know”.
Omar, finally coming to his senses, crawled under the moving conveyor belt looking for Amara
at her level. The door opened to the kitchen, all he could see was the mad rush of legs that were
moving quickly back-and-forth, his vision sharpened and from between their legs he could see
Amara sitting inside a crate of pots with her head going back-and-forth in amazement. He yelled
her name. “Amara” ,She looked up and saw Omar and said something in baby talk. With a
defiant look on her face she quickly crawled into one of the big pots that was laying on its side.
Within a moment the wooden crate holding the pots with Amara was lifted and put on top of the
prep table next to the stove and an open fire by the chef. The chef grabbed a big pot which
happened to be where Amara was hiding and started to throw cut up vegetables into the bottom
of the pot on top of Amara‘s head. Omar saw this and stood up hysterically running through the
doors pushing the kitchen staff out of his way trying to get to the Chef. For every one person he
pushed aggressively to the side, that person fell into somebody else and so on and so forth
starting a chain reaction. Platters of fish, meat, dishware and the tray of ostrich,to say the least
,flew into the air and crashed on everything and everyone. The once organized chaos was now
just chaos. The chef was just about to place the pot with Amara in it into the fire and fill it with
hot water when suddenly something came flying through the air and with perfect precision,
cracked on top of his head like a suction cup. It was an ostrich egg covering his head like a hat,
as the gooey white of the egg dripped all over his face from around the edges. He was furious.
He put the pot on the floor and said, “what in the name of the great spirit Jordyn is going on
here”!!? The staff, now irate, grabbed Omar and held him down as he yelled out, “Nooo! ,stop”!!!,
and just when he was about to say Amara‘s name. The chef aggressively walked over to Omar with a cleaver in one hand, and an apple in the other, and before Omar could say
another word, he stuff the apple into his mouth, and said. “You must be the chicken thief, call the
guards”. Omar struggled to free one of his hands and picked up one of the small pots and threw
it at the pot that Amara was cozily sitting in eating a carrot. The small pot hit the lodger pot, and
tipped it over upon impact. As it laying on its side, Amara was now covered with small
vegetables and was annoyed. She looked out of the circular opening of the pot and all she
could see was another door that was leading into the stables. Two beautiful stallions peaked
their heads out trying to determine what was all this noise about. Amara made her way out of
the pot ,and immediately made eye Contact with the two horses named Greta and Facetious.
Chapter 3. The stable
She crawled towards the slightly opened Dutch doors to exit the kitchen and into the stables.
The two stallions backed up and allowed her in. These were not just any horses, these were the
King’s prize winning thoroughbreds. The finest race horses in the land. They were considered
royalty. Amara stopped when she got in front of the two stallions,sat on the lightly scattered
straw on the floor and looked at Greta and Facetious and started talking in baby talk. Greta said,
“I think she’s trying to speak to us”. Facetious replied, “look, she has the white braid of the new
princess, what is she doing here”.
They both had heard of the royal birth, but didn’t think they would meet her so soon. “What do
you think she is trying to say?” “Well it sounds like somebody is chasing her and she wants her
mommy and daddy ,and she loves us. Facetious blushed as much as a horse could, “How is
she able to understand us”? “she is definitely special”.
Two guards entered the kitchen. “What’s going on here”? One of the kitchen staff yelled,”We
caught the chicken thief”. Omar turned to look at the guards as he continued to mumble with the
apple in his mouth. The guard recognized him immediately. “This is no thief. His name is Omar.
He works in the palace with the king”. The kitchen staff turned and nervously looked at each
other and said, the king? They simultaneously released Omar as he fell to the floor. The impact
of the floor popped the apple out of Omar’s mouth hitting the ostrich egg shell that was snuggly
fit on the chef’s head. The sudden shock made the chef drop the cleaver in his hand. Omar saw
the cleaver drop out of the chef’s hand,and quickly jawed himself back as the cleaver fell
directly between his legs just missing him, Impaling itself upright into the wooden floor slicing
Omar’s trousers. Just at that moment, the impact from the apple that cracked the ostrich egg
suddenly broke into pieces on the chef’s head and left the yolk sitting on his crown. The sous
chef quickly observed that there were two yolks sitting on top of the chef’s head and yelled out
“look,it’s a double yolker. I told you it’s possible”. “The chef looked up at the sky, and said, “why
Jordan, why me. One of the staff members replied “well it can’t get any worse”, As the two
yokes slipped off the chef’s head and splattered all over the guard’s sandals covering their feet.
The guards looked at the Chef and smirked.
Omar, still sitting on the floor with the cleaver between his legs spotted Amara. She was
Leaving the stables on the opposite side of the kitchen out into the field.
He jumped up on his feet and ran towards the open double Dutch door leading into the stables.
Leaving behind the mayhem of mess that he has just caused in the kitchen. One of the kitchen
workers watching Omar as he abruptly jumped up and ran, says, “I’ll never understand those
palace people, they’re always in a rush”.
Omar, running at full speed, could now easily catch her, but just as he passed the doors
threshold the bottom half of the Dutch door swung closed catching him in his stomach, flipping
him forward into the stable and onto his back knocking the wind right out of him. Facetious was
standing by the door that he had just slammed closed with his hoof. As Greta said in horse talk,
“That’s what you get for chasing a little girl”.
Chapter 4. The corral
Amara, crawling into the center of the open field, was not sure which way to go. Looking
around, she saw her monkey friend sitting on top of a fence of a large corral of cows located
between two barns. This was her new destination.
Omar stumbles to his feet trying to catch his breath as he heads out of the door into the open
field where he sees Amara crawling quickly towards the corral.
The monkey still holding the piece of bread and his monkey paw jumped off the fence and
leaped from cow to cow till he reached the other side of the corral. The monkey spoke in
monkey talk, saying something to Amara. Amara made some baby sounds back and looked up
at the cows. All the cows started to moo, and one by one they stepped aside making Amara a
path in the center of the corral. She crawled quickly and made it all the way to the other side
with no problem. The monkey jumped off the fence landing next to a pile of scattered crops and
ran off quickly. Amara, intrigued and full of energy, aggressively followed the monkey.
Omar, still slightly winded, reached the open fence of the corral. The path that the cows laid out
for Amara was still clear, so Omar jumped the fence and followed her. But the cows took one
sniff of him, and quickly closed the gap with Omar in the center as he was tumbled, mushed and
squashed. He looked like he was drowning in a sea of cows with just one arm and his head
sticking out calling Amara‘s name, as he slowly sunk into the abyss of cows. The monkey
weaved in and out the scattered stacks of harvested crops. Amara crawled as quickly as the
monkey could run, she had no problem keeping up. Finally they end up in front of a fenced area
of chickens and their coops. The monkey slid through an opening under the fence. Which was
also big enough for Amara as she continued to follow.
Omar finally fought his way out of the non-accommodating cows, as they mooed in cow
language, “don’t come back skinny”. Even Omar understood that, as he stuck his tongue out in
response to the cows. When suddenly a splash of mud splattered in his face. Omar wiped the
mud off his face and said, “I’ll get you for that”. Omar didn’t have time to debate. He had to find
Amara. He checked his body to see if anything was broken, just a couple of bruises which
included his ego. He brushed himself off and straightened out his Palace uniform which was
now torn and soiled. He pulled down his jacket and straightened his sleeves in some attempt to
preserve what little dignity he had left. As he yanked on his sleeve it broke at the seams and
came right off. This was his favorite jacket. Omar was now steaming, “Wait till I get my hands on
that little monkey. He’s the cause of all this”. He looked for Amara in the open fields,where all he
could see was farm workers in the distance throwing carefully wrapped harvested wheat into
open wagons. “Oh no!! I hope she didn’t go in there. I’ll never find her ”. He immediately had a
vision of the king preparing to boil him in oil, or throw him in a box of snakes. He said to himself,
“How bad could it be, at least it’s not chickens’ ‘. He looked down at the ground in despair and
saw Amara’s crawl prints ,with a sigh of relief, he yelled out “yes!!!”, as he followed her imprints
through the scattered straw and into the fields.
Chapter 5. The chicken coop
The monkey and Amara scrambled through a maze of chickens and made their way towards
the main henhouse. This coop was the biggest of the bunch and housed all the best producing
chickens. To enter you had to go up a wooden ramp which was appropriately sized for chickens
to come and go as they pleased. Making it no problem for the monkey and Amara to easily
enter. On either side of the wooden henhouse, there were small rectangular cutouts in front of
each nest, so that the farmers could reach in and take out the daily quota of fresh eggs.
Omar followed the trail as it ended up in front of a chicken fence. Omar feared the worst, and
there it was, Amara crawling up the ramp and entering into the main henhouse. Omar said,
“anything but chickens, why did it have to be chickens”.
Omar walked around the Side where the entrance gate was located. He shook his head and
took a deep breath and opened the gate and entered. Omar carefully tiptoed in between the
chickens trying not to alarm them. He slowly made his way over to the main henhouse. Bent
over and peaked inside.
There she was, sitting comfortably next to the monkey eating the piece of bread. While
continuing to hold his breath Omar called out to her, “Amara, to come out now your father and
mother are worried about you”. Amara responded in baby talk but did not budge. Omar started
to turn blue; he had no choice; He finally exhaled and took in a breath of air. He was in it now,
and there was no turning back. Omar, now frustrated and itchy, announced. “OK then, I’m
coming in to get you”. Omar was tall and thin and somehow squeezed himself uncomfortably
through the chicken entrance. He crawled his way over to Amara and sat hunched over next to
her and sneezed. Upon Omar‘s appearance the little monkey jumped out the window and up a
nearby tree. Omar watched the Little monkey’s quick exit, and said, “coward!!”. Omar then
turned his attention to Amara,“this is it young lady, no more hide and seek, we’re going back to
the palace”. Omar reached over and was just about to pick her up when she quickly crawled
over to one of the windows grabbing the ledge and stood up. She started to say something in
baby talk, when Suddenly a mysterious hand reached into the coop grabbing one of the larger
hens and aggressively pulled it out quickly. Omar peaked through the small window. He could
see a man stuffing the hen into a burlap bag as the surrounding chickens chirped uncontrollably.
Chapter 6.The thief
Omar whispered to Amara, “ That must be the chicken thief that everybody’s talking about. He
doesn’t know we’re in here”. Amara looked at Omar and in some little cute way knotted her
head. Omar whispered, “next time he sticks his hand through the window I’m gonna grab it”.
Omar was no slouch, he used to be a Palace guard and he was well trained and ready for
confrontation of any kind. Lo and behold moments later, the thief stuck his hand in to grab
another chicken but instead ,he grabbed Omar’s face and smooshed it all around trying to make
out what it was he was touching. He squeezed Omar‘s nose, and realized that this was not the
beak of a chicken, it was the nose of a human. With a knee-jerk reaction he alarmingly quickly
tried to pull his arm out but it was too late. Omar grabbed his arm firmly and pulled it
back-and-forth into the wooden wall of the coop until there was no more resistance. Omar
squeezed his way through the small opening again as the two Palace guards showed up right
behind him. Omar sneezed, and spit out some chicken feathers and said, “this is your chicken
thief. I caught him red-handed, take him away”. The two guards saluted Omar, “yes sir”, and
dragged the perpetrators unconscious body away. Amara finally came out of the henhouse and
crawled over to Omar and tugged on his pants. Omar looked down and saw Amara reaching for
him to pick her up. Omar gently picked her up and said, “Come on Amara, Let’s go back to the
palace. We had enough excitement for one day”.
Chapter 7. A Kings decision
Omar, exhausted, opened the door to Amara’s Chambers, and there was King Elias with his
two fisted hands on his hips, daggers shooting out of his eyes in anger. “Where have you been?
Look at you, You’re both a mess”. Omar and Amara were covered in chicken feathers, and
Omar’s Palace uniform was torn and soiled. Omar, not trying to make eye contact with the king,
said with a trembley voice, “well sire, it’s a long story”. Just at that moment, Queen Shakina and
the chancellor walked into Amara’s Chambers. The queen said, “Did you hear my husband, they
caught the chicken thief”. The chancellor stepped forward and said “it was Omar, he’s a shrewd
one. He must have seen the thief from this window and followed him. He caught him red-handed
in the chickencoop. Good work Omar, you sly dog”. The King looked at Omar and said, “why did
you take my daughter with you”? Omar fumbled on his words, and the chancellor spoke up for
him: “there was probably not enough time, so he moved like a mongoose,and what safer hands
could the princess have been in? Except under his care”. The King turned back to Omar and
said, “Is that how it happened?” Omar stopped to think before he answered. There, sitting on the
ledge looking at Omar through the window, was the little monkey. Omar looked at Amara, as she
looked at him and said something in baby talk. Omar looked up at the king and bravely into his
eyes, and said,“I couldn’t have done it without some help”. Omar smiled at Amara, and placed
her on the floor standing next to him as she held onto his torn pants. Before the King could say
another word, Amara looked at her father and said, “dada”, and walked across the room and into
her father‘s open Arms. The King picked her up and hugged her joyfully. The King announced,
“my little girl walked, she walked!!!” Shakina stepped close and joined in on this special moment.
The chancellor said, “this is a day to remember”. Omar started coughing and sneezing as the
other sleeve of his jacket dislodged itself and fell to the floor. Omar was now itchy and breaking
out in a rash and said under his breath, “you could say that again”. As now we focus on the book
that Shakina was reading sitting on top of the table, titled, How to ease your child into her first
steps.
The End