One morning in May on the way to school, Wanda
noticed a bush growing in the empty corner lot at Fillmore and Hudson
streets. It must have been growing for a while because it was about two feet
tall, and Wanda was surprised she hadn't noticed it before. But there it was
- bare and thorny- and Wanda, who loved beautiful things, felt her heart beat
"A rosebush!" she said to
herself. "My very own rosebush!"
Now, the rosebush didn't really belong to
Wanda, but since nobody seemed to own the lot or the heaps of junk that were
piled there, she decided she would care for this bush and make it her own.