so, i wrote a short story! i don't know where the "idea" came from, but i think it's kind of cute :)
There once was an unhappy bush, a little brown and thorny bush,
resting in a sleepy garden, subdued by the falling snow. Two people came
walking around and looked at the bush.
“That’s an ugly little bush.” Said the first person,
“It’s very ugly.” Agreed the second person and they both went
on their way. The little brown bush heard this and started to weep. The wind
heard the bush crying and blew over to it.
“Why do you cry, little bush?” the wind asked, rustling its
little brown leaves gently.
“The people said I was ugly and it hurt my feelings because I
know it’s true. I’m little and brown and ugly.” The little bush sobbed.
“You are not ugly, just young and cold. Just be patient and
you will grow taller and you’re cold leaves with turn green. When this happens,
I will come back and dance.” The wind said in a comforting voice and then blew
away.
The little bush was thankful to the wind for being so nice
and he believed what the wind said, so the bush waited.
The snow stopped falling and melted away; Spring was here!
And just like the wind had said, the little brown bush grew taller and greener.
And the wind came back and danced in the tall green bushes leaves.
The bush was happy and smiled all day and even at night while
it slept.
One day, a child was playing by the garden when he noticed
the beautiful green, tall bush.
“May I take a branch of your green leaves, beautiful bush?”
Asked the child.
The bush was so happy at being called beautiful, that it told
the child to take its most beautiful, green branch; the branch that held its
biggest, prettiest leaves. But when the child grasped the branch, he cried out
in pain. When the child pulled his hand away, a big drop of red blood slid down
his hand.
“You tricked me!” The child cried, “Your branches are covered
with thorns!” And the child ran away, holding his hand and tears falling down
his face.
The grass outside the garden despised the bush.
“You tricked the child and poked him!” “What good are you if
all you have are thorns?” “Nobody will like you know.”
And the bush began to weep again. “Now my beautiful leaves no
longer matter because of my thorns.” it mourned.
Now the sun heard the bush weeping and he sent down warm,
comforting rays of light.
“Do not cry, green bush. You didn't mean to hurt the child.”
He said.
“But I did hurt him and now no one loves me. I only wanted to
share my leaves because he was so kind to call me beautiful.” The bush
lamented.
“The child didn't know about the thorns and in your moment of
happiness you forgot to warn him. It was an accident.” He consoled the bush.
“Go now and explain what happened. It wasn't right of the grass to blame you.”
So the green bush did and the grass
listened to it then apologized for accusing the bush of hurting the child.
As spring wore on, the flowers in
the garden grew their petals. They flaunted their colors and celebrated. The
tall green bush celebrated with them.
The green bush smiled and sang and
the wind sent its beautiful leaves dancing.
But then a flower asked, “Where are
your petals, bush? The spring is almost done.” And all the other flowers heard
the question and they all asked the bush the same question.
“I don’t know!” The bush exclaimed.
“I thought I was just a bush.”
And the sun was hidden by grey rain
clouds.
The flowers left the bush and went
to play. So the bush looked up at the clouds and grew sad. Then the rain
started to fall and the bush grew sadder.
“Don’t be sad, green bush, sleep.”
The rain whispered. “Tomorrow you will be even more beautiful.”
So the bush slept and the next day
when it woke up, it was surrounded by smiling and surprised faces.
“What’s the matter?” The bush
asked.
“You have flowers!” the rest of the
garden squealed with delight. “You are a rose bush!”
And the wind came and danced and
danced and wafted the sweet fragrance of the bush’s roses for all to smell. The
beautiful rosebush outlasted the other flowers. The two people came back and
said the bush was beautiful. The child came back and all was forgiven when he
found the red flowers peeping out of the green leaves.
And the tall, beautiful, green rosebush
– which used to be little, ugly and brown, lived happily ever after.
your friend, maddie
