Oliver Finds a Friend

Once upon a time, in a small village, there lived a talking tree named Oliver. Oliver was a courageous tree with short brown hair and green leaves. He felt very lonely in his old house in the middle of the forest. Oliver decided he needed to find a friend. But where could he find someone to share his days with?

The next day, Oliver set out to Wood Grove, a nearby village. He first stopped at the candy store, hoping to find a friend there. The sweet smell of candies was inviting, but no one seemed interested in talking to a tree. Oliver sighed and thought, - Where will I find a friend?

Oliver walked to the library next to the candy store. Inside, he saw a friendly-looking librarian signing out books. Oliver approached her and said, - Do you want to be my friend? The librarian replied, - Shhhhh...., as she continued her work.

Feeling a bit discouraged, Oliver left the library and headed to the barbershop. As he walked in, a gruff man barked, - What do you want? Oliver quickly replied, - Nevermind, and hurried out of the shop. It seemed making friends was harder than he thought.

Determined not to give up, Oliver ventured into the deep, dark woods. He had heard stories about the three little pigs who lived there. Maybe they would be his friends. It wasn't long before Oliver found the first little pig's house and asked, - Will you be my friend? The pig screamed and slammed the door.

Undeterred, Oliver went to find the second little pig. He knocked on the door and waited. The second pig opened the door, blinked, and said nothing at all. Oliver sighed, - I guess I need someone who likes to talk.

Oliver continued his search and found the third little pig's brick house. This pig was busy counting bricks and barely noticed Oliver. - All he cares about are bricks, Oliver thought sadly. He turned away, feeling more alone than ever.

Feeling disheartened, Oliver wandered deeper into the forest. - Maybe I'll never find a friend, he thought, considering giving up. He sat down by a lovely pond, his leaves drooping with sadness.

Just then, Oliver noticed a beautiful weeping willow tree by the pond. - Why are you weeping, Willow? Oliver asked. Willow replied, - Because I'm all alone by this pond. Oliver realized that Willow felt just like him and said, - I will be your friend.

Oliver and Willow became the best of friends, their loneliness now a distant memory. They returned to Oliver's house and filled it with laughter and joy. - We will never be alone again, Oliver said happily. Together, they learned the true power of friendship and charity.