Write a story using these words : garden, dig, tree, plant, grow there must be a beginning middle and end.

There once was a garden, a quiet place. The garden had a caretaker who had grown old. The garden once grew vibrant flowers and plump fruits, many years ago. In her youth, she was full of every color imaginable, though, with her caretaker's age, her colors had begun to fade many moons ago. All that was left was one large tree, an Oak. The old Oak had been there almost as long as the garden herself. If we go back several years, we'll see them all in their prime.

On a sunny day in the midst of July, a little squirrel went to dig up some acorns it had buried. The squirrel went to the garden and started to search. It searched and searched but still couldn't find one of its acorns. After a while, the squirrel gave up. The lost acorn sat beneath the dirt and began to sprout. The delicate roots started to grow as the little tree pushed through the top of the soil. At its beginning, the Oak looked like any other plant in the garden- small bright green leaves. The Oak grew and grew along with the rest of the garden. As time went on the tree got bigger, the caretaker got older and different flowers came and went with the months.

The garden flourished for years to come until the caretaker could no longer come. The caretaker stayed inside and the garden began to die. She was sorry for her caretaker, so she did her best to keep the life of her plants. But weeds poked through her once manicured ground and started to take over her plot. They strangled the flowers and fruits, all except the great Oaktree. Without her caretaker, the garden relied on rain, but one summer the skies refused to let some down. The garden's ground became hard and cracked beneath the barren skies. A month had passed and even the old Oaktree was weak, its leaves had begun to dry and fall, all until the rain came down. Pouring down the water rushed, over every crack and bush, the water soaked in through the ground. Alas, because her grounds were now soft and fertile again she fought to bring back her flowers. The garden gave all she could and gave her caretaker one last bunch. The flowers were delicate and fading fast, but they still carried so much color.

The end. :)

I made it up as I went along.

we need to see the examples!

connections  to the  book night by elie wiesel.   elie wiesel  is a holocaust survivor. as a young, jewish boy he was taken from his home with his family by the nazis. he was taken because he is jewish.