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APPENDIX The Giving Tree

The Giving Trec


By Shel Silverstien

Once there was a tree… and he loved a little girl. And every day the girl would come,
gathering his leaves to make them into crowns and playing queen of the forest. She
would climb up his trunk, swing from his branches, and eat apples. They would play
hide-and-go-seek, and when she was tired, she’d rest in his shade. And the girl loved
the tree… very much. And the tree was happy. But time went by. The girl grew older,
and the tree was often alone. Then one day, the girl returned, and the tree said,
“Come, Girl, climb up my trunk, swing from my branches, eat apples, play in my
shade, and be happy.” “I’m too big to climb and play,” said the girl. “I want to buy
things and have fun. I want some money. Can you give me money?” “I’m sorry,” said
the tree, “but I have no money. I have only leaves and apples. Take my apples, Girl,
and sell them in the city. Then you will have money and be happy.” So the girl
climbed the tree, gathered his apples, and carried them away. And the tree was happy.
But the girl stayed away for a long time, and the tree was sad. Then one day, the girl
returned, and the tree shook with joy, saying, “Come, Girl, climb up my trunk and
swing from my branches and be happy.” “I’m too busy to climb trees,” said the girl.
“I want a house to keep me warm. I want a husband and children, so I need a house.”
“I have no house, but you may cut off my branches to build one. Then you will be
happy.” So the girl cut off his branches and carried them away to build her house.
And the tree was happy. But the girl stayed away for a long time. When she came
back, the tree was so happy he could hardly speak. “Come, Girl,” he whispered,
“come and play.” “I’m too old to play,” said the girl. “I want a boat that will take me
far from here. Can you give me a boat?” “Cut down my trunk and make a boat,” said
the tree. “Then you can sail away and be happy.” So the girl cut down his trunk,
made a boat, and sailed away. And the tree was happy… but not really. After a long
time, the girl returned. “I’m sorry, Girl,” said the tree, “but I have nothing left to give
you—my apples are gone.” “My teeth are too weak for apples,” said the girl. “My
branches are gone,” said the tree. “You cannot swing on them.” “I’m too old to swing
on branches,” said the girl. “My trunk is gone,” said the tree. “You cannot climb.”
“I’m too tired to climb,” said the girl. “I’m sorry,” sighed the tree. “I wish I could
give you something… but I have nothing left. I am just an old stump. I am sorry.” “I
don’t need very much now,” said the girl. “Just a quiet place to sit and rest. I am very
tired.” “Well,” said the tree, straightening himself up as much as he could, “an old
stump is good for sitting and resting. Come, Girl, sit down. Sit down and rest.” And
the girl did. And the tree was happy.
The End

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