MR. HICKERSON was old, mean, and
scary.
He
lived in the village named Greensville
on the top of a hill.
He
had no servants, children or family.
His
house was, creaky, spooky and scary and his garden was large but unkept and full
of weeds.
Every day he used to go down to the
well to collect water that would last him for the day.
One
day he lost his way to the well as he had poor and short memory.
He
ended up in a forest at the edge of the village.
The
bushes were healthy but bushy and the trees…... Oh! the trees were so luscious
and green.
Mr. Hickerson was tempted to eat all
the fruits in one go, but he filled them in the buckets that he was supposed to
fill water in and took the home
Every
day he would take half the buckets for fruit and half for water. When he
reached his home, he spat the seeds in his garden.
After
a few years guavas, bananas, pumpkins and……all sorts of fruits and vegetables
started to grow in Mr. Hickerson's garden.
Everyone in the village squinted
their eyes to see what was growing on the hill.
Mr. Hickerson had picked fruit for
years but in return he planted trees that would stand strong and silent and
remind the villagers of his good deed
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