The Stick and the Boy

Once there was a branch that hung from a large tree. It had many friends up there in the sky.

But unfortunately, a storm came along and in a flash the branch ended up on the ground from the pressure of the wind. Soon he grew very lonely being all by himself on the cold and quiet ground.

Then one day a young boy came walking along. The boy looked very bored.

The boy glanced over at the stick that lay alone on the ground.

“Ohhh, a stick!” The boy said. He ran over to the stick and grabbed it.

The boy then left waving the stick back and forth. The stick and the boy soon became best friends.

“What can we do today?” The stick asked.

The boy answered, “Let’s go on the swings.”

So, they swung and swung. They did brand new things everyday, until the boy grew older and he began to be bored with the stick.

So, the boy dropped the stick and the stick sat on the ground very lonely in the rain, the snow, the cold wind, and hot sun.

The stick often blew to new places in windstorms, but he never had any friends ever again.