A Jerry Story

Once upon a time, there was a little white house on Adams Street, and in the backyard was a tall oak tree. And way at the top, at the tippy-tippy top of the tallest branch, there lived a little monkey whose name was Jerry. One day Jerry met two little girls who lived in the little white house. They became best friends, and they went everywhere together. But the little girls grew up and soon didn't have time to play with Jerry, and he was very sad.

A few years later, when the little girls had grown up but still lived in the little white house, three new friends came to stay with them as well. There were two girls and one boy, and they began to play with Jerry like the big girls before them. And Jerry was happy again.

But too soon, Jerry saw the little family putting things into boxes and carrying them out to a big truck. And then the family and the truck pulled away. He knew what was happening-his friends had left him forever. But Jerry loved them, and they loved Jerry-even the big girls he thought had forgotten about him. So Jerry followed their car to a little brick house and climbed up another tall tree in their backyard.

The two big girls and the two little girls and one little boy knew as much as Jerry did that they were a family, and they would stay with each other forever.

The End.