The Little Red Schoolhouse

It was spring. Everyone was very busy in the garden store. The clerks were putting seeds in packets. Some were putting garden tools on the shelves. It was snowy outside, but there were pictures of flowers all over the walls in the store. And there were new birdhouses and birdfeeders on the shelves. Everything seemed happy and bright.


But the little red schoolhouse was lonely. There were no other birdfeeders that looked like him. The other birdfeeders were made out of plastic or glass. Some of them had metal parts. The little red schoolhouse had been made of wood. The wood was strong and dry. It smelled so good. The little red schoolhouse was proud of being wood.


But the little red schoolhouse was lonely. The other birdfeeders were green or black. Some of them were clear. The little red schoolhouse was red. He had a brown roof. He had a white door. There was white trim around his windows. The little red schoolhouse was proud of his colors.


But the little red schoolhouse was lonely. The other birdfeeders had fancy shapes. They were round. They were octagonal. They were made like long tubes. The little red schoolhouse was a cube. None of the other birdfeeders had a chimney. The little red schoolhouse was proud of his chimney.


But the little red schoolhouse was lonely. None of the other birdfeeders talked to him. None of the people who came into the store looked at him. One by one, people bought the other birdfeeders. The little red schoolhouse got lonelier and lonelier. He got sadder and sadder.


Then one day a little boy came into the garden store. "I am looking for a special birdfeeder," the little boy said. "I want a birdfeeder that is made out of wood. I love wood."


The little red schoolhouse listened quietly. "Maybe he will want me," the little red schoolhouse thought. "I am made of wood."


"And the birdfeeder must be red," the little boy said. "Red is my favorite color."


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