Long ago and far away, there once was a magical place, where everyone smiled everyday, called the Waterfal Kingdom.
The cascading water shimmered like a million tiny diamonds, it tumbled down for miles, disappearing into a misty unknown below.
The castle was a whimsical creation. Its towers were shaped like stove pipes, their mottled sepia surfaces catching the afternoon warmth like hugs from the sun.
A winding stairway lead up to the castle and on sunny days, playful droplets of mist danced across them, creating tiny, fleeting rainbows of their own.
Trees, thick with fragrant maple canopies, stood about the castle walls, their roots reaching out to greet the playful otters who swam in the crystal-clear pools that formed at the base of the falls.
Inside the castle lived a gentle community of happy families. Here, children played together, running through the many courtyards and halls, while their parents worked together happily.
Waterfall Kingdom was a place of peace and revelry.