The Cotton Candy Tree...(Part 2)

The following is a guest post from Lyn, my daughter. 

Lyn is a twelve- year old who loves singing, reading and 
she's the girl who upholds what is just, especially fair treatment 
and due reward in accordance with standards, honour and law. 
And, the best of all she has a great passion for writing and storytelling.

This story was written and shared during her recent holiday camp.

The great old man started telling...

"When I was a kid, there were special trees and they were very beautiful. They were called Babutra tree..."

The impatient Mark asked, "What kind of tree was that? Tell me more. I'm very curious...."

"Ho!Ho! Ho! That tree looks like ...ummm...the cotton candy. It was very good."

"Hah? What? A cotton candy tree? You must be pulling my leg. There's no such tree in this whole wide world. Change the story, please. This is fake! I want a real story from your childhood. Those stories were really really interesting. You don't have to make up one...."

"This is real. Once, there were such trees, but the trees were only planted in the Miracle Garden. I can prove it. I 'll tell you everything...I'll tell you why there isn't any  Babutra trees left on Earh," explained Mark's granddad.

The old man continued...

" When I was a little boy, there were many Babutra  trees. They were planted in the Miracle Garden. There were many kind of creatures living there. There was a bear called Bar-Bar-Loots. It was very cute. It had big and sparkling eyes. It had a brown furry body. It had twelve brothers and all of them had the same face.

There was an orange fish. The fish liked singing and humming. There were birds and swans and other creatures too. The creatures were born alongside the Babutra  trees. They lived there happily. They had never  fought nor quarrelled. They always helped each other.

One day, a man named Loo-Ler came to the Miracle Garden on a horse. He planned to chop down the  Babutra  trees and get their leaves. The leaves were to be made into a special cloth called GicClo. After putting down his tools, he started to chop. One of the trees were felled in a jiffy. The creatures were sad. 

All of a sudden, the sky turned dark. At a distance, the awe-stricken creatures saw a bolt of lightning strike the fallen tree, and.....


To be continued.
Check out Part 1 here.


Lyn


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The Cotton Candy Tree (Part 1)

The following is a guest post from Lyn, my daughter. 

Lyn is a twelve- year old who loves singing, reading and 
she's the girl who upholds what is just, especially fair treatment 
and due reward in accordance with standards, honour and law. 
And, the best of all she has a great passion for writing and storytelling.

This story was written and shared during her recent holiday camp.

A very good afternoon to our dearest teachers and friends. I'm Lyn, representing the Speak Out Team.
The Cotton Candy Tree is the title of my story. What on Earth is that tree? Have you heard about it? Yes? No? All right! Here is the yummy-looking tree story...

Long, long ago, there was a young boy called Mark. One fine day, the teenage boy was at a loose end. Thus, he decided to see his grandfather, who was a foot to the grave. Mark's grandpa loved to tell him stories from his childhood. 

Mark walked to his grandpa's house which was just a stone's throw away from his house. The old man lived in an old enormous wooden house. The house looked like a haunted house to many children and they usually tried to avoid from passing by the scary-looking mansion. But, no one knew that Mark's grandfather, Grandpa Fergano, was a generous old man. 

Mark was a little scared at times due to his grandpa's creepy house. Mark knocked at the door. Kok! Kok! A man with a walking stick came out of the house. It was his granddad. He led him into the house. It was quite dark in his house as the old man did not have electricity.  He used many wax candles to light up the house.

"What on Earth bring you here, boy?" asked the old man. "I was bored, so I decided to listen to some interesting stories from this wise old man," replied Mark.

"I'm not old. I'm only 80 years young. Don't you dare say it again!" Mark was not mad at his grandpa's words. It was the old man's way of saying things. "Simmer down. I'm just kidding. You're young, healthy and handsome. Oh! Whatever it is... I want to listen to stories now," said the witty boy with a broad smile. "Ho! Ho! Thanks for your kind words. And, here is a story for you...!"


To be continued.

Lyn

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