When George Washington was about six years old, he was made the wealthy master of a hatchet of
which, like most little boys, he was extremely fond. He went about cutting everything that came his way.
One day, as he wandered about the garden amusing himself by hacking his mother's pea- sticks. He found a beautiful, young English cherry tree, of which his father was most proud. He tried the edge of his hatchet on the trunk of the tree and barked it so that it died.
Some time after this, his father discovered what had happened to his favourite tree. He came into the house in great anger and demanded to know who the naughty person was who had cut away the bark. Nobody could tell him anything about it. Just then George, with his little axe, came into the room. His father asked him about the tree. This was a hard question to answer, and for a moment George was staggered by it, but quickly recovering himself he cried: "I cannot tell a lie, father, you know I cannot tell a lie! I did cut it with my little axe."
Surprisingly, the anger died out of his father's face, and taking the boy tenderly in his arms, he said: "My son, that you should not be afraid to tell the truth. It is more to me than a thousand trees! Yes, though they were blossomed with silver and had leaves of the purest gold!"
Narrative Text
By. Rufiah Ning Asrianti
2201408019
which, like most little boys, he was extremely fond. He went about cutting everything that came his way.
One day, as he wandered about the garden amusing himself by hacking his mother's pea- sticks. He found a beautiful, young English cherry tree, of which his father was most proud. He tried the edge of his hatchet on the trunk of the tree and barked it so that it died.
Some time after this, his father discovered what had happened to his favourite tree. He came into the house in great anger and demanded to know who the naughty person was who had cut away the bark. Nobody could tell him anything about it. Just then George, with his little axe, came into the room. His father asked him about the tree. This was a hard question to answer, and for a moment George was staggered by it, but quickly recovering himself he cried: "I cannot tell a lie, father, you know I cannot tell a lie! I did cut it with my little axe."
Surprisingly, the anger died out of his father's face, and taking the boy tenderly in his arms, he said: "My son, that you should not be afraid to tell the truth. It is more to me than a thousand trees! Yes, though they were blossomed with silver and had leaves of the purest gold!"
Narrative Text
By. Rufiah Ning Asrianti
2201408019
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