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| The Leaf Boy from 1st Writes |
Sitting on his booster seat at breakfast, Jeffrey watched his older sisters race around the table. “Soccer practice!...Library book?...Algebra test…Time to go!”
Jeffrey could not hear the rest. Unless he was quiet, the tornado of sisters and words could take him with them.
But they did take him. Whoosh. Jeffrey was in his car seat. Whoosh. At daycare. Whoosh. Back in his car seat. Whoosh. In his booster seat with a snack. The tornado of sisters and parents whirled around him.
Jeffrey went out to play where he sat on his swing. A breeze danced, bringing him a gift: a giant leaf. It was bigger than his head with a perfect hole for his eye.
With the leaf on his face, he went inside at supper time. He announced, “Jeffrey is not here. I am his tree. I’m here.” He sat down in Jeffrey’s chair and waited.
His sisters and parents stared at him. Everyone shrugged, and began talking. They looked at the tree with side-ways eyes.
The tree ate a carrot and a piece of chicken. At bedtime, the tree used Jeffrey’s toothbrush, put on Jeffrey’s pajamas, and went to bed.
For two days the tree did most of the things Jeffrey usually did.
At supper on the third day, the tree came in to sit on Jeffrey’s chair. The sisters and parents were gone!
In their places sat big trees with leaves on their faces and perfect holes for eyes.
Well, the tree did not know what to think. Or to do.
What would you do?
