the Granddad and the dandelion by yanet Levi once upon a time there was an old man who lived alone in a small shack the old man didn't have children or grandchildren he didn't have a wife nor did he have friends every day at dusk when the birds chirped from Treetops the sun set and the sky darkened the old man would sit outside his Shack and talked to the dandelion that grew in his garden the old man used to tell the dandelion old Tales so old that no one could remember if they really happened and the dandelion would listen silently to the old man's stories one day a group of children walked past their Shack they heard the old man talking and telling his stories but they did not see anyone listening the children wondered what what is wrong with this old man who is he telling the stories to they listened closely to the old man's Tales they did not know if the stories were true or not but they found them fascinating the children remained standing there listening to the stories until the sky turned black and the old man went back into his Shack the next day the children returned for more stories they remained at a distance but listened carefully one girl said Granddad who are you telling your story too the old man wondered Granddad who me no I'm not a Granddad I'm just an old man I have no children no grandchild I have neither a wife nor friends one of the children asked so who are you telling your stories to the old man replied I tell them to this dandelion growing down here right next to me the children said how strange telling stories to a flower how come the old man answered he knows how to listen the old man then invited the children to come and listen and so day after day the children returned and listened to granddad's stories this is what they called him Grandad then one day Granddad came out and saw the dandelion and the yellow petals had disappeared it was now covered with fuzzy white hairs he said you've aged I aged too just then a gust of wind spread the fuzzy white hair hairs off the dandelion and Scattered its seeds in all directions Granddad sighed and said ah the next day the children arrived at the shack but found neither Granddad nor the dandelion they never went back to the shack again little did they know that one day dozens of new dandelion would Blossom from the seeds that the wind scattered the children grew up into adults they left their homes and went living here and there the dandelion was forgotten the Granddad was forgotten too yet his stories just like the dandelion seeds were scattered along with the children who grew up even today there surely are children listening to the old Tales so old no one knows if they ever really happened