The Little Yellow Leaf
By Kathleen W. Redman
There were three leaves left on the tree. One leaf was big and red. One leaf was big and green. One leaf was little and yellow.
"Look at me," the red leaf said. "I am so pretty. I am up high. Boys and girls can see me."
"Look at me," the green leaf said. "I am pretty, too. I am up high, too. Boys and girls can see me."
The little yellow leaf was quiet.
"We are so pretty," the red leaf and the green leaf said. "The yellow leaf is ugly. It is down low. It is little. It is not like us."
The little yellow leaf was quiet.
"You are ugly," the red leaf said.
"Yes, you are ugly," the green leaf said.
"You are not big," the red leaf said.
"Yes, you are not big," the green leaf said.
"Blow away," the red leaf said.
"Yes, blow away," the green leaf said.
"No one wants to play with you," the red leaf said.
"Yes, no one wants to play with you," the green leaf said.
The little yellow leaf was quiet. It was sad.
A little girl walked to the tree. She had two little leaves in her hand.
"I need one more little yellow leaf," she said. "Then I can make a hat for my doll. Where can I find one more little yellow leaf
"Oh, look," she said. "Here is a pretty one. Daddy, come help me."
Her father held her up so she could pick the leaf.
"Oh," she said. "You are so pretty, little leaf. I will run home and make the best hat for my doll."
The little yellow leaf was happy.