It's late May, and it is time for the Cotton seeds to fly again.
I was out on the street watching yet another gust of wind bring by more soaring white puffs when I heard a voice beside me, "They are quite beautiful aren't they."
I found a girl standing beside me. She gave me a crooked smile, and asked, "Have you ever heard the tale of the Cotton Tree?"
I shook my head, curious about what she was saying.
The girl's eyes danced as she said, "May I tell you a story?"
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The Tale of the Cotton Tree
Short StoryIt is May, and it's time for the seeds of the flowering cotton trees to populate the sky and soar to their new home. Where are they going? Where did they com from? Here I meet a story teller who narrates the origin of this interesting tree. All Righ...
