The Bush

“Be careful! Don’t touch that bush,” said Grandma as she brushed the snow off the path in front of them. Robert was careful to walk far around the bush his grandmother pointed to. His younger sister Rachel did the same. Long, sharp thorns grew out of every branch. Robert looked at the bush and shook his head. “Grandma, why do you grow such an awful bush by your house?” he asked. “Oh, it’s not awful!” Grandma exclaimed. “It’s a good bush, even if it looks pretty bad right now. Come in and I’ll...