Edward lay in his bed, all snug and
cozy under his blanket. His pillow was soft and fluffy and he felt oh so
warm. As he lay there, he noticed how quiet it was. He couldn't hear a
cricket chirping outside or even the wind blowing. He closed his eyes and
A few hours later, when it was dark,
he heard a scratching noise outside near his window. He sat up in bed.
"What was that noise? Was it the wind or was it a cricket?" The noise
stopped, so he lay back down and shut his eyes.
Only a short time passed when he
heard the same noise. He sat up in bed. "What was that noise?"
Edward lit a candle sitting on the
table next to his bed. After putting on his slippers, he went to the door
and peeked outside. "Who's there?"
The wind howled inside through the
open door and blew out the candle. Edward saw the oak tree in front of his
house. It's branches blew back and forth against his bedroom window. "So
that's what's making all the noise."
Not feeling afraid any longer, he
shut the door and went back to bed, pulling the blanket up to his neck. He
blew out the candle and even though he still could hear the noise, he
wasn't afraid any more.