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The story is about a tree who loves a little boy. As the boy grows older, he returns to the tree asking for money, apples, branches, her trunk, and finally just a place to rest. Each time, the tree gives what she has to make the boy happy, even though it means sacrificing parts of herself. In the end, though exhausted, the tree is still happy to provide the old stump for the boy to sit and rest.

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The Giving Tree PDF

The story is about a tree who loves a little boy. As the boy grows older, he returns to the tree asking for money, apples, branches, her trunk, and finally just a place to rest. Each time, the tree gives what she has to make the boy happy, even though it means sacrificing parts of herself. In the end, though exhausted, the tree is still happy to provide the old stump for the boy to sit and rest.

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The Giving Tree

By Shel Silverstein

Narrators 1-11, Boy, Tree

Narrator 1: Once there was a tree……

Narrator 2: And she loved a little boy.

Narrator 3: And every day the boy would come and he would gather her leaves and make them
into crowns and play king of the forest.

Narrator 4: He would climb up her trunk and swing from her branches and when he was tired, he
would sleep in her shade. And the boy loved the tree…..very much.

Narrator 5: And the tree was happy. But time went by, and the boy grew older. And the tree was
often alone.

Narrator 6: Then one day the boy came to the tree and the tree said:

Tree: Come, Boy, come and climb up my trunk and swing from my branches and eat apples and
play in my shade and be happy.

Boy: I am too big to climb and play

Narrator 7: said the boy.

Boy: I want to buy things and have fun. I want some money. Can you give me some money?”

Tree: I’m sorry

Narrator 8: said the tree,

Tree: but I have no money. I have only leaves and apples. Take my apples, Boy, and sell them in
city. Then you will have money and you’ll be happy.

Narrator 9: And so the boy climbed up the tree and gathered her apples and carried them away.
And the tree was happy…

Narrator 10: But the boy stayed away for a long time…… and the tree was sad.

Narrator 11: And then one day the boy came back and the tree shook with joy, and she said:
Tree: Come, Boy come and climb up my trunk and swing from my branches and eat apples and
play in my shade and be happy.

Boy: I am too busy to climb trees,

Narrator 1: said the boy.

Boy: I want a house to keep me warm. I want a wife and I want children, and so I need a house.
Can you give me a house?

Narrator 2: I have no house. The forest is my house.

Narrator 3: said the tree

Tree: but you may cut off my branches and build a house. Then you will be happy

Narrator 4: And so the boy cut off her branches and carried them away to build a house. And the
tree was happy.

Narrator 5: But the boy stayed away for a long time and the tree was sad.

Narrator 6: And when he came back, the tree was so happy she could hardly speak.

Tree: Come, Boy

Narrator 7: she whispered,

Tree: Come and play.

Boy: I am too old and sad to play. I want a boat that will take me away from here. Can you give
me a boat?

Tree: Cut down my trunk and make a boat,”

Narrator 8: said the tree.

Tree: Then you can sail away and be happy.

Narrator 9: And so the boy cut down her trunk And made a boat and sailed away. And the tree
was happy.

Narrator 10: But not really. And after a long time the boy came back again.

Tree: I am sorry, Boy, but I have nothing left to give you. My apples are gone.

Boy: My teeth are too weak for apples.


Tree: My branches are gone. You cannot swing on them.

Boy: I am too old to swing on branches.

Tree: My trunk is gone. You cannot climb me.

Boy: I am too tired to climb

Tree: I am sorry. I wish that I could give you something but I have nothing left. I am just an old
stump. I am sorry…

Boy: I don’t need very much now, just a quiet place to sit and rest. I am very tired.

Tree: Well,

Narrator 11: said the tree, straightening herself up as much as she could,

Tree: an old stump is good for sitting and resting. Come, Boy, sit down and rest.

All Narrators: And the tree was happy.

Scripted by Chase Young

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