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| From
the Vice Principal's Desk |
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Ms.
Sweta Pathankar |
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The Apple Tree |
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| Along time ago, there was a huge apple tree.
A little boy loved to come and play around it every day. He loved the tree top, ate the apples, took a nap
under the shadow He loved the tree and the tree loved to play with him.
Time went by The little boy had grown up and he no longer played
around the tree everyday. One day the boy came back to the tree and he
looked sad. "Come play with me," the tree asked the boy. 1am no longer a kid, I
don't play around trees anymore, "The boy replied," "I want toys. I need money
to buy them." "Sorry, but I don't have money..... but you can pick my apples
and sell them. Then you will have
money. "The boy was so
excited. He grabbed all the apples on the tree and left happily. The boy never came back after he
picked the apples. |
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| The tree was sad... One
day the boy returned and the tree was so excited.
"Come and play with me" the tree said. I
don't have time to play. I have to work for my
family. We need a house for shelter. Can you help
me? "Sorry but I don't have a house. But you
can chop off my branches to build your
house." So the boy cut all the branches off
the tree and left happily. The tree was glad to
see him happy but the boy never came back since
then. |
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| The tree was lonely and
sad. One hot summer day, the boy returned and the
tree was so delighted. "Come and play with
me!" the tree said. "I am so sad and
getting old. I want to go sailing to relax myself.
Can you give me a boat?" "Use my trunk
to build your boat. You can sail far away and be
happy." So the boy cut the tree trunk to make
a boat. He went sailing and never showed up for a
very long long time. |
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| Finally, the boy
returned after he left for so many years.
"Sorry, my boy, but I don't have anything for
you anymore. No more apples for you.... :· the
tree said. "I don't have teeth to bite"
the boy replied. "No more trunk for you to
climb on" I am too old for that now" the
boy said. "I really can't give you anything
... the only thing left is my dying roots"
the tree said with tears. "I don't need much
now, just a place to rest. 1am tired all these
years." The boy replied "Good! Old Tree
Roots is the best place to lean and rest on."
"Come, come sit down with me and rest"
The boy sat down an the tree was glad and smiled
with tears... |
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| This is a story for everyone. The tree is our parents. When we were
young, we loved to play with Mom and Dad..... When
we grew up, we left them .... only come to them
when we nee something or when we are in
trouble. No matter what, parents will always be
there and give everything they can to make you
happy. You may think the boy is cruel to the tree
but that is how all of us are treating our
parents. |
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Love your parents, no matter where they are |
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