The Whispering Woods

Once upon a time long long ago,deep in the woods there lived a woodcutter and his wife. Although he didn't have children, he was content with life. He lived a simple life with his wife, Bertha. Bertha had the kind of face you wish never to set your eyes on. Although she was a cruel,sour and vindictive old lady, oh how he loved her. She had a crooked wart-covered nose, and bushy eyebrows. He didn't seem to see that side of her,that everyone else seemed to see. He would give her scabby feet massages and insist that she was to do no housework, and to rest.

Then one snowy winters night Bertha fell ill, very ill. The old man did all that he could do to save her but she died a terrible death. Although many people loathed her they gave their sympathy to the old man.

As time went on the old man's moods became dark and soon his life started to close in on him. No-one came to visit him anymore and how he longed for a soft, kind voice to talk to. Soon people began to forget about him altogether and all of this soon started to drive him insane. Some days he would just sit in his old rocking chair, staring out of the window muttering words to himself. Time eventually did its job and soon hundreds of pests and animals began living in his house, but of course he didn't notice or even care, he was too busy making conversation with his couch.

One day a young hunter named Phillip was tracking deer when all of a sudden he heard a rustling sound in an old abandoned house (well he thought it was abandoned). On closer inspection he spotted a brown ruffle haired creature. His hunting instinct said shoot it! Bang! A bullet ran through the old man's heart. As it did it was like the whole world froze for a moment and the young man suddenly realised what he had done. Now if you ever stroll through the woods and you stop to listen to the quiet whisper of the leaves you might just hear the soft, soothing sound of the Old Man and Bertha.


The End
By Donna