Once upon a time there was trees singing but the little one said “Don’t sing, its too loud.” But they didn’t hear. And all the poppies were singing as well.
Then the little tree was all alone as the mother and daddy had gone. The’d been cut down to be at Christmas. And he was happy.
Then he been cut down as well and he turned into a Christmas Tree. And he had all the poppies on him and a star on the top of him.
Next they taked him out of the pot and put him in the attic on the top of the house and he was telling all the mice a story.
Then they put him in a fire and he turned into something else. They turned him into some smoke. And that is the end of the Little Fir Tree. And he saw his home with no poppies and no mum and dad and no him. The End.
(This is Maddy’s favourite occupation at the moment, storyboards, so i thought it was a good opportunity for a bit of narration. She is really chuffed to see herself “in print”.)
