The little tree branch's Tale.A Story by NoraIt's story about holding on the wishes; It kinda kids story Thanks for Chris who made this story marvelous by his editingThe Little Tree Branch's Tale The little tree branch touched the zephyr that kissed the air and said, “What a beautiful breeze, so refreshing and crisp. I wish I knew what it felt like in other places around the world.” Another branch laughed at the little branch and said, “How foolish you are, we are but tree branches, if we left our places we would soon perish. You, myself, and all of us. We do not belong in any place but here.” “Alas that is the truth; there is no changing that.” one of the lower branches said in reply. “You're all wrong. I want to see the world, I want to do great things, and I won't be satisfied with life as an unmoving tree branch. If we all work together and sway, we could uproot our tree. Then we'd be able to travel this whole world. Nothing would be able to stop us," the little branch stated boldly. All the branches made fun of the little branch and laughed again. “You are too naïve, little branch. If we did what you are asking of us, we would be doomed.” the largest branch spoke out wisely. “That's not true! We will find a way! I will keep thinking until I find a brilliant solution. What will really doom us is staying here to do nothing. I have always wanted to add something good to the world, and I plan to do just that.” The little tree branch had a more serious aura about him. The branches were caught up in a moment of nervous silence. The little branch was saddened by their lack of support, “Okay my dear friends. I understand now. This is a dream I will chase on my own. I will live a life that you could only dream of.” The little branch begun to shake himself violently to the left and right, until he snapped off of the tree. It screamed in pain, and the other limbs laughed at him sadistically. He looked at them with pity in his eyes, “Why are you laughing at me?! I'm the one that will make my dream comes true; I am free.” “You will die. You have no legs to move; you will wilt and fade away. Your dreams have taken you to a swift end. Why didn't you give up?” the largest branch asked disappointedly. “No, I will find a way to live! I will find my way. I can live free from the tree, and I will be able to make my dreams come true,” the little branch cried out. The first day passed, then the second and the third. While the little branch was stuck in the place he had fallen under the tree he felt so...empty. Nothing happened to him over the time that had passed; he only deteriorated. The branch became hungry, weak, and thirsty. “I was wrong, my friends were right. I should give up my dreams because at the end of the day...I am just a little, worthless branch,” it whispered to itself. All at once, a great wind blew and the little branch let it take him. This was his chance, his only chance to complete what he had started. Then the wind stopped, and he heard the sound of footsteps. It was getting closer, and eventually; an old man appeared to him. The old man smiled at the branch, “Oh how beautiful you are. I found you at the perfect time. I need you desperately.” The little branch wondered what was happening to him and where the old man was taking him. When the old man reached his home the branch found that it was so simple, but so warm and tidy. While the old man held the branch he entered a particular room. “I promise you my dear, I won’t hurt you. What I am planning to do is not difficult, and you won't need water after I am done.” The old man had a certain kindness about him, but the tree branch couldn't put his finger on it. As promised, the man put him through a process. It was no longer thirsty for water or in need of the nutrients that only a tree could provide. It became strong and solid. Despite the many hours the old man spent carving and sculpting the little branch, despite the pain, it was fulfilling. “Finally, I've finished. Look at you darling, you became such a beautiful stick. You are going to help me in much of my traveling,” The old man said behind an infectious smile. The little branch listened to him in awe, “What are you talking about? What traveling?” The branch asked the old man. This was all that he could have hoped for. The old man laughed , then explained, “We are going to go places. I will travel around the world with you. I am alone and old, so I thought that you could help me. This is the adventure of a life-time, and I think God sent us to each other.” As the branch looked at himself in the old man's mirror, he realized he wasn't a branch anymore. He was a strong walking stick. His dreams finally came true, and he wasn’t fantasizing either. He held onto his wishes tightly and found pride in the person that had answered them. Now he traveled the world with his god-sent owner. His dreams came true, and he found somewhere to belong. Fin (The End) © 2017 NoraFeatured Review
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10 Reviews Added on May 19, 2017 Last Updated on May 23, 2017 Tags: Tales, kids, inspiration, hope, dreams, short stories Related WritingPeople who liked this story also liked..
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