There was once a little boy, who was my grandpa; lived in a little cottage near the king’s palace. He was a jolly fellow in his life.

  One day, he went down to the brook to pick some flowers. Close to the brook was a little log, on it was a tinker. Beside him was a tool box, and in it were some tools. “He must be the one that fixed the pluming machine in the backyard of my house!” my grandpa gasped as he said that. The tinker was eating his lunch: One or two pieces of bread, a bit of cold meat, and a cold potato. It looked such poor lunch; that grandpa ran into the house, and grabbed two fresh apples, and gave it to the tinker. The tinker thanked grandpa and ate the apples. And then he went down to the brook to have a drink. When he came back, he said, “Now my boy, we shall plant a tree!” “A tree?” asked grandpa, “But I thought only god makes trees!’’ “True,” said the tinker, “Only god makes trees. But sometimes we could help him. And the tinker pulled out a stick, and dug a hole in it. In which he found a bark. He took the bark out of the stick, and gave the stick to grandpa, saying, “Here my boy; wash it in the brook.” And so grandpa went to the brook, and washed up the stick. And then went back of which the tinker was standing with the bark in his hands.

  There he found the tinker, dragging some grass from the ground. And then he took the stick in grandpa’s hand, and used the grass to tie up around with the bark. Then he slipped the bark back in the stick. And then he took it out, squeezed the water out, and told grandpa to wash it up again. When he came back, he put the bark back in it again. And then fitted it into a hole, which he had dug; and used the end that didn’t have a hole, and fitted it in the ground; a few months passed, and the tree grew as strong as the strongest man.

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 There was once a little boy, who was my grandpa; lived in a little cottage near the king’s palace. He was a jolly fellow in his life.

  One day, he went down to the brook to pick some flowers. Close to the brook was a little log, on it was a tinker. Beside him was a tool box, and in it were some tools. “He must be the one that fixed the pluming machine in my backyard!” my grandpa gasped as he said that. The tinker was having his lunch: One or two pieces of bread, a bit of cold meat, and a cold potato. It looked such poor lunch; that grandpa ran into the house, and grabbed two fresh apples, and gave it to the tinker. The tinker thanked grandpa and ate the apples. And then he went down to the brook to have a drink. When he came back, he said, “Now my boy, we shall plant a tree!” “A tree?” asked grandpa, “But I thought only god makes trees!’’ “True,” said the tinker, “Only god makes trees. But sometimes we could help him. And the tinker pulled out a stick, and dug a hole in it. In which he found a bark. He took the bark out of the stick, and gave the stick to grandpa, saying, “Here my boy; wash it in the brook.” And so grandpa went to the brook, and washed up the stick. And then he went back where the tinker was standing with the bark in his hands.

  There he found the tinker, dragging some grass from the ground. And then he took the stick in grandpa’s hand, and used the grass to tie up around with the bark. Then he slipped the bark back in the stick. And then he took it out, squeezed the water out, and told grandpa to wash it up again. When he came back, he put the bark back in it again. And then fitted it into a hole, which he had dug; and used the end that didn’t have a hole, and fitted it in the ground; a few months passed, and the tree grew as strong as the strongest man.

    四年級(jí):歐陽雨鷺

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