Girl in Tree stories written by Young Girl

Stories by Lauren Black

Once upon a time, there was a little girl named Ima Jean, her real name was Ingrid but she called herself Ima Jean. She lived in a small log cabin in the very heart of the forest, and she had four brothers who liked to tease and chase her.

One day, Ima Jean was running in the woods on a Sunday afternoon. She and her brothers were playing a game called Super-duper-extreme-awesome-hard-challenging-anything-could-happen-tag, (they called it super tag, for short.) Ima Jean was very determined to no be it so she ran harder and faster and deeper into the woods. Oh no, I need a place to hide!! she exclaimed under her breath. Suddenly Ima Jean found the perfect spot to hide, a tree with a hole in it!! Without fear, she climbed on in that hole. But, she felt tingly and woozy and dizzy until Ima Jean popped out. “Gee biscuts (which was her favorite phrase), where am I?”

A little girl walked up to her and said, “Hello, my name is Ingrid.” Ima Jean was so supprised that she began firing questions at this “Ingrid” girl. After a long period of question asking, Ima Jean finally found out that this girl, Ingrid, was just like her.

“So this is where you live?,” Ima Jean asked. “Yes, it is called Blanksville.” That explains it, though Ima Jean. She had been too busy asking questions to realize that everything in the entire place was just plain, old white, except for Ingrid’s collages.

Why are your collages like that?”, Ima Jean was about to ask, but she felt that weird sensation again. “Here take my galoshes!”, said Ingrid throsting them in to Ima Jean’s hands.

Seconds later, Ima Jean was back in her own world, without a second passing. She ran back toward her little log cabin, only to be tagged it, by one of her brothers. Ever since when Ima Jean wanted to visit Ingrid, all she had to do was wear Ingrid’s weird galoshes. But, one day Ima Jean’s galoshes became too small and her mother bought her a different kind. She found out that is didn’t matter what kind of galoshes she wore, that she could always go to a new place inside of the tree.

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Once upunce a time, there was a little girl named Lucy, who lost her change “pocket” or purse. Whenever little Lucy showed up somewhere, people would always sing,

“Lucy Locket lost her pocket,

Nobody ever found it.

Not a penny was there in it,

Not even a ribbon round it.”

Lucy didn’t like that song very much, but the song was sort of kind a true.

One day she was walking and picking flowers until she saw this interesting tree way past the meadow, where she was picking. “Oh my, oh my!”, Lucy proclaimed as she walked through stickers and bushes to see this tree. “What do we have here?”, she asked.

To her surprise, Lucy found a hole inside of the tree. Thankfully, she was wearing her gardening dress with a bow and some galoshes. Lucy stuck her hand in the hole and found her pocket!! She ran back home and explained what had happened.

She came back the next day to the same spot, having lost her favorite bow, to try to retrieve it from that special tree. But, the tree wasn’t there! Lucy retraced her steps and everything, but she couldn’t find that tree ever again. She tells her story and calls that tree the “Pocket Tree” that only helps you when you have lost your pocket, wallet, or purse. Lucy never found the pocket tree ever again.

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In a far away land, there lived a farmer who had a lot of land and many trees. One day the farmer cut a big hole into a tree accidently. The poor farmer didn’t know that this tree could do amazing things.

A couple of days later the farmer’s two daughters were playing hide-and-seek. One of the daughters found this special tree and thought, “I hope this is a good hiding place!” Next thing she knew it was about dark until the other sister said, “I give up!”

A few years later the second daughter was playing tag with some of her friends on this big patch of land. The sister stumbled and found the same tree that had granted her sibling’s wishes. She was really thirsty and thought, “I wish I had a glass of lemonade.” Suddenly a nice cold glass appeared at her fingertips.

The sisters forgot about the tree for many years to come, but if you ever go to a remote forest and see that special tree with a hole, it might grant your wish too.

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One fine day when the sun was just right and the squiters weren’t too bad, I was stuck inside doin’ chores. INSIDE y’all may say, but it sadly was true. My moma had me scrubing dishes, floors, windows, almost everything inside our house. But even with my cleaning apron, and old black boots on, I had figured out a way to escape. My friend Jane (with hair like a mane) snuck around and helped me out of one of my windows (that was sadly not spotless anymore), and we ran off into the woods.

We were playing hide and seek, but clumsy ol’ me fell into a tree with a hole. I fell down and down and down until I saw this owl starring right at me. The owl went “GAWK” and I went “AHH! !” And like light­ing, I scampered right out of that hole. Now I know to never mess with that ol’ owl in that holey tree.

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One fine day at the bottom of a BIG tree, I was spying on some critters deep in the forest. Those critters were doing some pretty strange things, so that’s why I was watching them. Out of no where one ’possom scampered by that big ol’ tree. I thought it was scampering inside, but it went inside a ginormus hole! Sud­denly, two rabbits did the same thing except the hole moved for the bunnies! The process happened again and I made up a song for it

“One possom,

Two rabbits,

All down the hole!

Three snakes,

Four deer,

Where did they all go?”

I was just so stinkin’ curious that I went down that ol’ hole myself, except I sort of tumbled on into it.

I went down and down, until I reached the end of the tunnel. There y’all are!” I whispered. All 10 of the animals were sound asleep next to each other. I scampered back up that hole and ran to get my father, but he didn’t belive me, nor did my mother or brother. I went back to the tree and sang my song again. Except, the animals started to hop on out of that tree, wide awake and refreshed. I ran back to my house and told my parents the story, but they never believed me, again. But I know, that whenever I want to see those animals all I have to do is sing my song.

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