The Tree That Grew Books

Leo lived in a small town. The town was quiet. Nothing exciting ever happened. One sunny morning, Leo walked to the park. He saw something strange.

In the middle of the park stood an old tree. It was not an ordinary tree. It had green leaves, strong branches, and books. Real books hung from the branches like fruit.

Leo stopped. He rubbed his eyes. He looked again. Yes, they were books. Red books, blue books, yellow books. Their paper pages fluttered in the gentle wind.

A small girl pointed up. "Look! A storybook!"

Leo walked closer. He reached out his hand and touched a blue book. It felt smooth. He gently pulled it from the branch. The book opened in his hands. It smelled of old paper and sweet rain.

Leo sat on a wooden bench under the tree. He opened the first page and began to read. The story was about a brave sailor and a lost island. Leo forgot the time. He read page after page. The wind whispered through the leaves. Birds sang softly above him.

Soon, other people came to the park. An old man picked a thick history book. A teenage boy found a book about stars. Everyone smiled. Nobody knew how the tree grew books, but nobody cared. Magic was in the park today.

When the sun started to go down, Leo finished his book. He stood up. He did not know what to do with it. Should he put it back?

He looked at the branch. A soft light glowed there. Leo placed the blue book back on the twig. Instantly, it attached itself safely to the tree.

Leo smiled. He walked home with a happy heart. He could not wait to return tomorrow.

What book would you pick from the tree?