I thought I had posted this before, but I can’t find it on the blog. This is a little story I wrote for Flufferella’s preschool class. I’m going to read it to the boys today.
Leafy and Leafster
One fine spring morning on a middle branch of a big maple tree, two little leaves unfurled themselves in the sunshine. “Hi, I’m Leafster,” said the bright green leaf. “Hello, I’m Leafy,” said the yellowish green leaf. “If we’re going to live on this branch together, I think we should be friends,” said Leafster. “Best friends,” said Leafy. And so they were.
As the days grew longer, Leafy and Leafster grew bigger and brighter. On warm sunny days, they spread themselves out fat and wide and soaked up the summer sun.
On windy days, they bounced up and down on their branch. “Watch me spin! Weee!” said Leafster as the wind twirled and whirled him around. “Watch me flap! Woohoo!” cried Leafy as she danced back and forth, back and forth on the breeze.
On partly cloudy days, Leafy and Leafster watched the clouds roll by and pointed out shapes to each other. “That one looks like a bird,” said Leafster. “And that one’s a squirrel chasing after a nut,” said Leafy.
They liked rainy days most of all. When the raindrops started to fall, they stretched out wide trying to catch a big fat raindrop. The raindrops tickled the leaves as they rolled across their leaf-tummies. “Hoo-wee, you caught a big drop!” cried Leafster. “Hee hee hee hee!” giggled Leafy as the droplet trickled across her leaf-tummy.
One clear summer night, as the stars twinkled brightly above and the neighboring trees rustled softly in their sleep, Leafy whispered, “Look, Leafster. Do you see those two little stars? The bigger one is white and the littler one is yellowish. I bet they’re friends like us.” “Best friends,” said Leafster. And so they were.
One cool, clear morning Leafy looked at Leafster and gasped, “Oh, Leafster! You’re all red around your tips!” “You’re right, Leafy, and your tips are turning orange.” Every day, the days grew shorter, the air grew colder, and Leafster and Leafy turned more red and more orange until Leafster was as deep red as an apple and Leafy was as bright orange as a pumpkin.
Now when the wind twirled Leafster in the air, he didn’t feel so secure. “I think the wind is going to blow me clean off this tree!” said Leafster. “That’s right,” said the big maple. “If I keep you much longer, my roots won’t have enough water for the winter. I’m afraid I’ll have to let you go, little leaves.” “I’ll go when you go,” said Leafy. “We’ll hold hands and go together.” And so they did.
When the next big gust of wind blew into the tree, Leafster and Leafy clasped hands and blew off the middle branch of the big maple tree together. Woosh! The wind blew them sideways. Weesh! The wind blew them back the other way. Pheeeew!! The wind blew them around in a circle. “Weee!” Cried Leafster. “This is like a rollercoaster.” And Wooosh! The wind blew them up, up, up, high above the top of the big maple tree up over the treetops. They seemed to float in the air for a moment looking out over the whole forest. “Oh my!” said Leafy. “Look at all the beautiful trees. Red, orange, yellow, and some still green. This is the most wonderful thing I’ve ever seen. I’m glad we got to see this together.” “Me, too.” Said Leafster.
Then back and forth, back and forth, they floated slowly down to the ground and landed softly on a pile of fallen leaves together. Just then a group of preschoolers were walking through the park collecting leaves for their craft projects. One of the girls saw Leafy and Leafster and picked them both up. “Such lovely leaves,” said the Teacher. “Which one will you choose, Hannah, the deep red one or the bright orange one?” “They look like friends,” said Hannah. “I think I’ll keep put them both and put them right next to each other.” And so she did.
P.S. I read this to Kent, and he said, “That’s so sweet. It’s like Thelma and Louise.”
Thanks for ruining it.