This is a story I wrote at uni and stuck to a tree.
There once was a girl who lived in a beautiful tree house. The tree house was so tall you couldn't see into the windows from the ground floor. The girl lived up in the tree for ages and ages and looked down at the ground where beautiful wild flowers grew. One day a boy walked past picking flowers and putting them in a basket. The girl looked down at him and watched him for hours, however once he had picked as many flowers as he could he started to walk away, she called out to him, but he couldn't hear her. She sat in the tree house and waited, he came back every day for a week, and every day she called him, but he couldn't hear her. She was heartbroken, so she cut her fingers off.
I changed the end of this story for my boyfriend and said that she made a ladder, from flowers stems and silk thread, that was so long it could almost reach the floor of the forest, and he came back the next day with a tall ladder, climbed up and rescued her and they ran away together and had 2.5 children and lived in a white washed weatherboard house.