A story I wrote in 5th grade.

He saw the white forest ahead. The forest, drenched with snow, looked more inviting than its usual forbidden glare. He went in.

The forest was beautiful. With evergreens and leafless trees, the forest seemed to beckon him in. In the center of the forest lay a pond, frozen with ice. Its crystal beauty reflected the sun's rays.

When he looked around him, he was startled to see a doe and her offspring. He began to smile as the doe approached him.

Fifty yards…forty-two yards...thirty-eight yards...twenty-one yards...eight yards...ten feet from him, and the doe stopped. Slowly, the offspring began to follow its mother.

He began to talk to the doe and her offspring, telling about his life and his troubles. He said many things, but one thing he said was "I'm an orphan. You know, like, with no parents. I've got no name. At the orphanage, they call me Boy. What should I name myself? Luckily, they gave us this day out. This means that I'm allowed to wander around."

The doe patiently waited for him to finish speaking. Then he said "Well, I should be going now. See you tomorrow?" Off he went, happy that he had shared his life to someone.

The very next day, he set out to find the doe, only to realize that the doe was waiting for him already. The doe, once she made sure that he had noticed her, set off at a slow pace. Soon, the doe stopped.

It was another clearing, he saw. Many deer and newborns were here. He was delighted and he started playing with the family of deer.

Day after day, he played with the deer.

On the day spring had sprung, he went to the deer's home. Many of the deer began walking toward him in what looked like a procession of deer.

He didn't see the lone deer running away.

Watching in amazement, he had just caught a deer running toward the procession of the deer. Five seconds later, the procession split in half, leaving just enough room for a deer to pass. And indeed, a deer was passing. The deer was carrying an olive branch with four olives on it in his mouth. In awe, he put his hands out.

The deer dropped it in his hands, thus, he named himself Olive.

The End

To complement this story, here is a joke I learned last year:

There were two olives sitting on a table. Suddenly, one of the olives rolled over the edge, and fell to the ground!

Hurriedly, the olive remaining on the table looked over at his friend to see if he was alright and asked him, concerned, "Are you okay?"

The olive who fell down said "Olive."