In a small town in Russia, there was a small house that looked no different from ordinary houses. Its walls were light blue, its roof was red, and it was surrounded by a white fence. A little boy named Little Peter and his grandmother lived in the house. Little Peter was a curious child and always dreamed of going on an adventure far away one day.
One day, while playing in the attic, Little Peter found an old dusty book. When he opened the book, a strange light suddenly shot out of it, and the whole house began to shake. Frightened, Little Peter ran downstairs, only to find that the house was slowly leaving the ground and flying towards the sky.
Little Peter looked out of the window and saw his familiar small town getting smaller and smaller. He was both scared and excited. The house flew higher and higher, passing through layer after layer of clouds. The clouds were as soft as cotton candy, and Little Peter couldn't help reaching out to touch them. The house carried him over the continuous mountains. The trees on the mountains were lush and green, like a green ocean. Little Peter saw some small animals he had never seen before running and jumping in the mountains, and he cheered with joy.
The house continued to fly and flew over a mysterious large forest. The trees in this forest were very tall, and some trunks were so thick that it would take several people to encircle them. Little Peter picked up a telescope to see clearly what was going on in the forest. He saw some beautiful colorful birds shuttling among the trees, and some cute little squirrels jumping around on the branches. Suddenly, a melodious music came over. Little Peter looked around for the source of the sound and found that the elves in the forest were having a concert. The elves were wearing colorful clothes and playing wonderful music with all kinds of strange instruments.
The house slowly approached a crystal - clear lake. There was a patch of tender green grass around the lake, full of all kinds of wild flowers. Little Peter found a fishing rod in the house and wanted to fish in this beautiful lake. He threw the hook into the water, and soon fish were biting. Little Peter caught one colorful fish after another, and he was extremely happy. There were also some little ducks swimming merrily in the lake water, and they often dipped their heads into the water to look for food.
Finally, the house landed on a deserted small island. There was soft sand and many grotesque - shaped shells on the small island. Little Peter got out of the house and built a sandcastle on the beach. He decorated the sandcastle with shells and dug some small ditches around it, pretending they were moats. When he was tired from playing, he lay on the beach, sunbathing, listening to the sound of the waves lapping against the shore, and feeling the sea breeze blowing.
When the sun was about to set, Little Peter suddenly missed his grandmother and his small town a little. He went back into the house, opened the old book, and the house slowly took off again, flying towards home. This wonderful adventure would stay in Little Peter's memory forever.
