The story of The S

During the invasion of suffixes, the S knocked at the door softly.
She walked in the big hall of vocabulary on the tips of her ballerina feet, with intention and purpose, without waiting for an invitation.
She danced by herself the music of the words with S and it felt like velvet.
Ssssssssssssssst.
She looked at the mirror the S words and she disappeared softly, emoted by her own beauty, while all the other letters in confusion were loudly stumping their paws down.