Once upon a time there was a Mr. and a Mrs. and together, they built a sweet little house where there were trees and streams, birds and flowers, and nature all around. The Mr. and the Mrs. were happy. The little house was happy and life was good. Then one day, the Mr. grew old and was gone, leaving the Mrs. and the little house all alone. The Mrs. was sad. The little house was sad. Soon, the flowers and trees that the Mr. had planted and cared for were sad too.
The years went by until one day the Mrs. said, “It’s time to find a new place to live that is just right for one."
A dashing real estate agent stepped forward announcing boldly ”I will sell your house for you”. So the Mrs. said yes. People came to visit the little house with trees and streams, birds and flowers, and nature all around. But no one stayed. No one seemed to care.
The year passed and another agent stepped forward, saying “I am the one to sell your home. Choose me”. And so the Mrs. said yes once more. New visitors came and went. The seasons changed but still there was no new family to love the little house.
Then came the third real estate agent. But this agent declared “I understand this little house with the trees and streams, birds and flowers, and nature all around. I see what others have not. I’d like to try, if I may, to find your new family for you.” And so the Mrs. said yes one more time.
But this time was different. This real estate agent listened to the water flowing in the stream. She felt the wind in the pines and heard the chorus of birds and wild turkeys who serenaded the little house. She cleared paths through the woods and brought sun light to the flowers. Unlike those who had gone before, this agent understood that this little house was more than just brick and mortar, defined by its bedrooms or bathrooms. The true story of this little house was found in the nature that surrounded it.
In two day’s time a nice lady came to visit the little house. She walked along side the stream and she heard the water...she stood still and felt the wind in the pines. She heard the chorus of birds around her and saw the beauty of the flowers and she said... “I love this little house and would like very much to live here.” And the Mrs. smiled and said yes, one last time.
The Mrs. was happy, the nice lady was happy, and the little house was happy once more.
The end.
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