TreeHouse City
Paint Picture & Story Designed By Teresa Jenkins

House in a tree

      My name is Raymey and I live in a tree. I am 10 years old.  In my small town most people live in houses.  The houses in my town are built on the ground.  Except mine, that is.  My house is in a tree.  Do you think that is funny?  Don't feel alone, because the kids at my school thought it was funny too.  They used to make fun of me and call me names.  Let me tell you how I came to live in a tree: 
       My dad  loves to watch the news.  One day he saw a story on the news about a town that flooded.
The townspeople lost their homes.  My dad started running all over town buying lumber and saying, "I have to keep my family safe."  He built us a Tree House. There are lots of rooms in my treehouse.  My room is on branch 4.  I share my branch with my brother, Jonathan.  My sisters, Rebecca and Danielle have their rooms on branch 3 and mom and dad's room is on branch 1 and 2.    We have plenty of room for guests, but noone hardly ever visits us. 

     The townspeople were not too happy with our TreeHouse.  They said, "That is a strange family."  The kids started making fun of me and my brother and sisters.  They called us, "Monkey kids."  They even threw bananas at us.  My sister Danielle said, "Don't worry about those kids.  They'll be sorry when it floods." 
     "But it hasn't rained here for 3 months, "  I screamed.  It just kept on.  Every day the boys chased me home laughing and throwing bananas, yelling, "Monkey Boy, Monkey Boy."
     The townspeople got angrier.  They went to the mayor, "It's a disgrace, that tree house is.  It makes our town look funny.  That house has to go."  The mayor went to my parents and said, "We all voted and that Treehouse has to go.  It is too strange.  Nobody lives in a tree."
      My dad was sad and a little mad but he said he would take it down.  But then everything changed, it began to rain.  For three days it rained.  The water came up, it covered the roads.  The towspeople were scared.  They didn't know what to do.  It rained another day, then another.  The water went into the houses.  The townspeople were worried, "Where will we go?"
       My dad said, "Come, come all of you.  You are always welcome in my home."  One by one the townspeople came, up into our treehouse they climbed.  They brought their families, and their pets.  We put them up one and all. 
       When the rain ended, the people were glad.  With my dad, they were no longer mad.  They said they loved out treehouse and it could stay.  In fact, all of the townspeople followed by dad and built their houses in trees and now our town is called TreeHouse City


Critical thinking questions to ask students that would change your story to their story:
1. How would you change the main character? (Introduction)
2. Where would your story takes place? (Setting)
3. What would happen to the main character in your story? (Plot)
4. How would your story end? (Ending)

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