Rough Draft of story

Ellie Schwartz
May 8 ‘08
Un-named at the present time.

There once was a field
A field of long wistful grass and glorious breezy flowers
At the end of that field, there was a great strong forest
And just on the inside of that great strong forest
There was a tall and wonderful tree
Beneath that tall and wonderful tree
There lived a family
A family with one Mrs. Old, one Mr. Older, one Lucky, one Dearest, one Beautiful, one Charming, one Harmony, one Small, one Childish, one Curious, one Bashful, one Someone, And one Little.
Their home beneath the tall and wonderful tree was small but just right.
Dearest, Beautiful, Harmony, Bashful and Little shared a room that was colored pink red and maroon.
Lucky, Charming, Small, Childish, Curious and Someone shared a room that was colored yellow orange and blue.
Mrs. Old and Mr. Older had their room, that was colored like a bright and tantalizing blue lagoon.
Their Kitchen was Green and Harmonizing blue full of surprises and something was always new.
Their living room was Black and hypnotizing purple, with a couch so grand, it could fit 20 people.
Their Boots were all lined up neatly by the front door. From smallest to biggest you see. Not a inch more.
Out side that front door was a long gravel path that wound through the tall and wonderful forest that lead to the field of wistful grass and breezy flowers.
Their mother always told them “be careful and stay on the path don’t go any farther then the end of the field for you know who lives there on the other side I’ve told you the stories oh so many times before.”
And all the children all at once replied in unison “yes Mrs. Old”

One day after the unison reply Lucky, Dearest, Beautiful, Charming, Harmony, Small, Childish, Bashful, and Little were walking down the long gravel path that wound through the great strong forest that lead to the field of wistful grass and breezy flowers, when Childish suddenly said
“I say, today as something new, we go across the field and see if the stories are really so very true”
“we’ve gone over this again and again. You ask so many times I cant even count past 10. Were not going across the field for we know who lives there on the other side, for Mrs. Old has told us the stories, oh so many times” replied Dearest.
“yes I know but how do we know the stories are true?”
“we don’t have to know we just have to believe that Mrs. Old is doing this for our own good.”
“fine. If you don’t want to come Dearest. Then I will take Harmony, Little and Small and we shall go find out, once and for all.”

So Dearest, Lucky Beautiful and Bashful were left standing there, pondering if they were going to run after.

They could ran after.
Or the could stay where they were, and continue to ponder.
Or go run off and forget them and live happily ever after.
Or run home to Mrs. Old and Mr. Older and Curious and Someone to tell them what news they has just gathered.
But what should they do?
So many things.
So many children to look after.

Finally they decided that they were going to do all of just that.
So first, they stood where they were, and continued to ponder.
Then, they ran after, but only for a short while before returning.
Then running off and living happily ever after.
And then, last but not least, they ran home towards Mrs. Old and Mr. Older and Curious and Someone, to tell them the news that they had just gathered.

While Dearest, Lucky, Beautiful and Bashful ran towards the tall and wonderful tree, Childish, Harmony, Little and Small were off to find out, once and for all.
Walking along the tight winding path arms linked in hope, to walk very fast.
“don’t be afraid all of you, its nothing but a different point of view from our tall and wonderful tree” says Childish to the other younger three.
“B-b-but Childish. Our nose’s are frozen our teeth are shattering we want to turn back, and just believe what mother has been saying. We wish we had stayed with all of the others.” Replied Harmony, Little and Small.

As they were saying how much they wanted to turn back, they came to a clearing, full of long white grass and wilting gray flowers.
At the end of that field there was a thin small forest
And just at the start of that thin small forest
There was a tall dark skinny tree
Beneath that tall dark skinny tree, there was a hole that looked big enough to be a wolves mouth.

“You see you three? Nothing to be afraid of. Its just a tall dark skinny old tree! And we were going to believe all those stories that Mother has been telling us. For all these years she has been lying to us!?”
“Were sorry we didn’t believe you Childish, it was foolish of us to pick this fight.” Replied Harmony, Little and Small.
“so what are we waiting for? Who wants to go in?”
when no one replied Childish said “fine. Ill go in first, the rest of you will follow.”
So the four slowly walked in.

As the four walked into the mouth of the tree, Dearest, Lucky, Beautiful and Bashful had reached the tall and wonderful tree and told Mrs. Old and Mr. Older and Curious and Someone all about what had happened.
When Mrs. Old heard the end of the story she sat down and cried and let out her story.
“by now they will have made it to the tall dark skinny tree, at least that’s what it seems to be. If I’ve told you all once Ill tell you again, the tree is not what it seems. The mouth at the bottom is not that of a tree, but that of a wolf. The one I’ve tried to warn you all about many times before. I’ve told these stories oh so many times before and I wish that you all had listened and done what you were told before it was to late.”

Fin