Arabella Anastasia was not an ordinary girl. She was, well, indescribably Arabella. One day Arabella decided to be famous. She pondered on how to do it and…all of a sudden she knew!
"I shall become a famous painter." So she painted and painted and painted. And she tried to make her paintings as beautiful as all the other paintings she had seen. But her colors always ran together and the lines were always crooked.
"I am sorry," her art teacher said, "but you will never be a famous painter." So Arabella went home and put her paintings away.
And she pondered and pondered on how to become famous. All of a sudden she knew!
"I shall become a famous actress." Arabella Anastasia was not an ordinary person, you must remember. She was, well, indescribably Arabella. And she did want to become famous so badly! So she acted and acted and acted. And she tried to act like all the other famous actors she had seen. But her entrances were always late and she could never remember her lines.
"I am sorry," her acting teacher said, "but you will never be a famous actress." Arabella tried not to be downhearted. With her last few pennies she bought a ballet dress and dancing slippers.
"I will teach myself to dance," she said. And she practiced…and practiced and practiced and practiced…till she could leap and whirl and kick and stand on her toes like all the other famous dancers she had seen.
But no one would even look at Arabella dance. The people in the Big Offices just laughed at her short legs and her funny little voice because she was, well, indescribably Arabella, and they turned her away from their doors.
"Oh, dear!" cried Arabella. "I shall never become famous!" And she went out to the trash and threw out her paints, and her costumes, and her dancing slippers.
Two people who were very lonely and very sad were passing by, and they said to her, "Why are you doing that, my dear?"
"No one appreciates me," Arabella said, and she sat down and told her whole story. The two people, who were very lonely and very sad, took Arabella Anastasia, her paints, her costumes, and her dancing slippers home with them.
"Now please paint a picture for us, Arabella." So Arabella Anastasia painted her own kind of picture. It was of their cat, and it was the most unusual picture that the two people had ever seen. They hung it right up over their fireplace.
"Now act out a little play for us, Arabella." So Arabella Anastasia acted in her own kind of way, and it was the most unusual performance that the two people had ever seen. They clapped and clapped.