Once upon a time in a house of cozy color, there lived a little girl named Bella. Bella was full of bounce and delight, like a kangaroo with twinkling eyes of light.

One shiny Saturday, Bella's mom said, "Would you like to help me today, my little ray?" Bella jumped up with a jubilant cheer, "Yes, Mom, yes! That's what I've been longing to hear!"

With a ribboned broom that glided and zoomed, Bella swept the floor with a big whoosh-boom! Each sweep was music, a broom-tune groove, as Bella moved and danced, making dust swoon.

The mop, her friend, went swish-swash-swish, sliding across the tiles with a slippery wish. Bella giggled and glided, her laughter all abloom, as she turned her kitchen into a joyous ballroom.

"Hooray!" sang the dishes, "Hip-hip hooray! For Bella the Brave is washing us today!" Even the cups and spoons did their twirl, as Bella scrubbed and rinsed, with a bubbly swirl.

The laundry basket chimed with glee, "We love how you fold us so neat and free!" Bella folded shirts like magic spells, creating towers of clothes that rang soft bells.

As the moon peeked out to say goodnight, Bella sat with Mom in cozy twilight. "Your help was wondrous, my dearest friend," Mom whispered as the day came to its end.

Bella yawned, her eyes bright with dreams, "We'll do it again soon, that's how it seems!" She hugged her mom tight, with love aglow, like a warm cup of cocoa before they snooze slow.

And so, in the cozy house of color delight, Bella and her broom said "Goodnight." The house twinkled with the magic of the day, the spirit of fun in every corner to stay.

Oh, Bella, Bella, you dancing dime, with each chore, you rhyme and shine. Helping mom made your spirits soar, and sparkle and gleam forevermore.