Go Red Tree

A British Folktale

Contributed to my publisher and inspiration-Natalie Coffee

There once was a little red tree. All of the other trees were pourple. Being different the red tree started to cry. His mummy also being purple said "Why the sad face?" I said to my mum," All of the other trees are pourple and I am a wee red tree." " I want to be like the rest of the children and like everyone else."

The next day there was a strange man who looked very disorderly and he told me to come to him. I decided why not. He said to me "I noticed you were red." I replied "Yes only if I cou-" "change!?!?!" Said the old man. How did he know I wondered. "Well I know where you can find water that can make you pourple." He gave me a map then chopped his head off with an axe. Gooy, chunking sap rolled out of his split head.