Story: The Easter Tree

Once upon a time there a little boy who loved trees. He loved to climb trees, he loved to pick flowers off the trees, he loved to eat the fruit from trees, and most of all he loved to look at bird eggs in their nests high up in the trees.

One day while he was walking home from school, he saw a bird’s nest high up in a tree, in fact, it was really high up in that tree. It was so high that he could not see into it. He couldn’t even tell if there was a bird in that nest and, oh, how he longed to see if there were pretty eggs in that nest.

He thought long and hard about how he could take peek into that nest.
He put down his backpack and stood on it so he could stretch as high up as he could. But even on his tippie toes he could not see into that nest.

He found a huge rock that he shoved over underneath the tree. He placed his backpack on top of it, and stood on the rock and the backpack but still, he could not see into that nest.

He was gettting frustrated now so that little boy looked all around him. He found part of an old book. He picked it up, shook off the dirt and placed that book on top of the rock on the backpack under the tree. He stood tippie toed on top of that huge pile and still, he could not see into that nest.

Suddenly behind him he spied an old shirt. He rolled it up, placed it on top of the old book, on the backpack, on the rock. He climbed way to the top, ever so carefully, and stood on his tippie-toes and reached up as high as he could.

Finally, he could almost see into that nest, but as he stretched up, the nest fell with a horrid crash down to the ground! Three pretty blue eggs hit the dirt and broke.

The little boy was so sad, he didn’t know what to do. He picked up his backpack and went home, and tearfully told his mom what had happened.

Mom had an idea. She went to the cupboard and brought out:

An old bottle/vase
A small stick-branch off a tree
Some sand to place in the vase
Plastic eggs

which she placed on the kitchen table.

Gently she filled the vase with heavy sand, and poked the stick-branch into it. Now she took out the tiny plastic eggs she’d been saving and the boy and his mom glued 4″ colored ribbons, folded in half to each egg. This made a little loop to hang the eggs on the tree. When the eggs were dry, the little boy and his mom ever so gently, hung each small egg onto the branches of the ‘little tree’ and it looked lovely.

Together they had made an “Easter Tree”, so the boy would not have to peek into nests any more to see eggs. He could see all the beautiful eggs he wanted whenever he wanted.

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