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Kaleigh Hall





Phil’s Quest for Legs





In the grass by the tree there was a bug on a rock. The bug’s name was Phil. He was a good bug, always did what his mom and dad told him to do, cleaned his room each day, and all that jazz. Yes, he was a good bug. But Phil was a sad bug. When he was born, he had just two legs. Now, all of the rest of the bugs had six legs, but Phil had just two. The rest of the bugs made fun of him at school, and they tripped him a lot.



So he set off on his own to find four more legs. While he was walking, he saw a blue bug on a green rock. The small blue bug told him to go to the end of the street. There would be an old bird who might be able to help him. With a new bounce in his step, Phil ran to the end of the street. It was a small red shop, and an old grey bird emerged from the back of the shop.



“How may I help you, son?” the old bird asked.



“I was told that you could help me. You see, good sir, I was born with just two legs, and I and on a quest for four more. Might you help me?” he asked. The old bird touched his wing to his chin.



“If you would wait here, please,” he said. He turned and went into the back of the store. He cam out a short while later with four wood limbs, which seemed to be just the right size.



“Here you go, son. They are yours to keep. Put them to good use,” the old bird said. Phil took the wood limbs and hugged them.



“Thank you so much, good sir!” As Phil the bug ran out the door, hi new legs in place, the old bird had a smile on his face as he faded away in a poof of grey smoke.







The End