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Instructions:  Write something creative, whether it’s a piece of flash fiction, a limerick poem, a memoir, or a letter to a friend… You have total control!   Minimum: 250 words.   Some ideas for what to write:  Flash fiction Short story Chapter of a book Memoir Creative nonfiction Poem (haiku, balla...

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“Alex, it’s time for dinner!”

I sigh as I happily play under a tree in my backyard, not wanting to go back inside for the trivial matter of eating dinner.

“Alex! ITS TIME FOR DINNER!” My mom shouted again.

I wish I could turn into a tree, so no one would call you to eat dinner when I’m having fun. Suddenly, my entire body began to itch. I looked down, and I found out that many small branches were beginning to grow. Oh… I actually did turn into a tree!

Can you guess what will grow on my branches? Of course, it’s not apples, not oranges either – that’s correct, birdhouses! The birdhouses come in all shapes and sizes: Triangles, Rectangles, Squares, Circles, Ovals, Stars, and when the wind blows, they’ll all start dancing!

I’m going to invite all the animals like Rabbit, Squirrel, Hedgehog, Duck and Fox along with all their friends. If you want to, you can also come live in one of my birdhouses. How will you come live inside? Don’t worry, I can just bend my back and let the birdhouses droop down, very close to you. And then you can just simply walk in or climb on, like how you would get into bed.

Later that night, my mom comes outside holding a giant bag. My heart starts pounding, causing the birdhouses to vibrate, and they start ringing like bells. “Hello!” My mom says at me. “May I ask if I can stay in the bird house shaped like a triangle over there?”

She doesn’t know that I turned into a tree! I’m a bit happy but also a bit disappointed. Nonetheless, I still bend over, let my branches droop down and my mom climbs in. Then, she opens her bag and takes out all my favorite foods! Chocolate, sausage, bread, peanuts, milk – and gave them to the little animals!

They gather in my treehouse and start eating. Rumble… my stomach makes a weird noise and scares them a bit. They look at each other, and then continue eating. Rumble… my stomach makes the noise again. Then it becomes louder and louder, and I start missing all the delicious food at home. I think I even see my dad taking bites out of my mom’s homemade hamburger. That’s my favorite food!

“Hmm, it’s raining,” says Squirrel “, but there’s not a single cloud in the sky.”

“Did you knock over your milk?” asks Fox.

“No! You see, it’s fine!”

“Or maybe a bug going number 1.” suggests Rabbit

“No, look, it’s the tree crying.” says Hedgehog.

“Alex are you hungry?” asks my mom, winking at me. Oh well. The person who knows me the most is still my mom. How did she know my secret?

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