Children's Literature

  It was a dark night. A little boy had a dream.           In his dream, he had found a golden box. Suddenly, he woke up from his sleep. Actually, the boy was feeling very happy.           It was the season of winter. Anyway, the night being over, the next morning was there at hand.           The little boy set out on a journey to find that golden box. He pulled his cap over his ears, because it was too cold outside. Then he walked on and on.           There was a magical forest near his house. The forest was rich with beautiful trees as well as whispering sounds. Whenever a breeze used to blow, the rustling sound of the leaves could be heard and enjoyed.           The little boy walked into the magical forest. He spoke to himself, “I wish I would get a chance to meet an elf, or maybe, the king of the trees.”           Thus, he kept on thinking about his wish.           Suddenly, the little boy was almost to stumble, since his foot had struck something pretty hard. Well,

          The tree exclaimed in utter surprise, “Safer! So, you suppose that you are even safer than I? Did you not notice that none of the people dared to pluck me by the roots? Nobody can even dare to make me bow my head.”           Thus, the large tree kept on boasting. On the contrary, the little plant was silent.           The little plant mumbled, “Still, I must say that I am happy with what I am. I remain silent and that is my power.”           Then one evening, time was no more favourable for anyone; nor was the atmosphere. Both the tree and the plant were tropical. That is to say, after a scorching day, there is a heavy rain with a howling storm most of the times.           Anyway, in that very evening, a gigantic storm came into being. There was the roaring of the wind; there was the howling of the storm and a heavy rain.           Unfortunately, most of the large trees got uprooted in the violent storm. The tiny plant did not break, though it tossed and turned.