The peanut butter chocolate sandwich tree: a bedtime story for kids
Thursday, July 11th, 2013
(This bedtime story for kids was suggested by a family friend when I asked if there was anything their family would like to have a story written about. Enjoy.)
In a faraway shady corner of our very big world, there lived a tree. At first, the tree was very little and leaned a little bit to the left, or to the right depending on where you were standing because its trunk was so skinny. But, over time, even though it spent most of the day in the shade, it grew so that it could stand up straight. And then, at the age of four, it started to grow leaves.
The leaves didn’t look like the leaves you see on the trees when you look out of your bedroom window in the morning. They weren’t green, nor were they red. They didn’t have flowers on them, nor did they have pine cones. But they did have sandwiches. Peanut butter and chocolate sandwiches to be specific. The sandwiches were small for the first few years, being no bigger than a triangled quarter of the sandwich you ate at lunch yesterday and so nobody in our very big world took any notice.
But, by the time the tree was eight-years-old, the sandwiches had grown so big that children who ran around in a park near the tree had started to take notice. And suddenly, the tree that had grown so used to the shade and solitude, found itself being the centre of attention for a group of children.
And you, being a child, will know how special you are and how much better you make things around you. So while the sandwiches would normally have needed a year to double in size, they were now doubling every day.
As the sandwiches grew bigger, so did the crowds that came to see it. One adult even got the idea that he could make money selling the delicious peanut butter and chocolate sandwiches and set up a cart at the base of the trunk where he’d spend the day climbing up and down the tree fetching sandwiches as fast as they could grow.
But strangely, the more people came and the more the man sold, the less the tree started to produce. And in a matter of months, there were no more sandwiches to be found on the tree. So the adults left, leaving their napkins and pop cans behind them.
Now, as a child, would you leave the tree just because it stopped making peanut butter and chocolate sandwiches? I hope not. And the children of this story feel the same way. They collected all the garbage the adults had left behind and pushed the cart from the base of its trunk. Then they played just like they had hundreds of other times and left the tree to rest in the shade.
The kids didn’t bother it, they just tossed a ball around and played hopscotch and every once and a while read a story under its branches. And wouldn’t you know it, the tree started growing sandwiches again.
And the children, knowing what would happen if the adults found out about this, left the tree in peace. And only ate the sandwiches one they had fallen off their branch.
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