Post by ashleenahpage on Jun 23, 2007 23:14:44 GMT -5
Little Barry's Bike
Little Barry came into the kitchen where his mother was making dinner.
His birthday was coming up and he thought this was a good time to tell his
mother what he wanted: "Mom, I want a bike for my birthday." Little Barry
was a bit of a troublemaker. He had gotten into trouble at school and at
home. Barry's mother asked him if he thought he deserved to get a bike for
his birthday. Little Barry, of course, thought he did. Barry's mother, being
a Christian woman, wanted him to reflect on his behaviour over the last
year, and write a letter to God, and tell him why he deserved a bike for his
birthday. Little Barry stomped up the steps to his room and sat down to
write God a letter.
LETTER 1:
Dear God,
I have been a very good boy this year and I would like a bike for my
birthday. I want a red one.
Your friend,
Barry.
Barry knew this wasn't true. He had not been a very good boy this year, so
he tore up he letter and started over.
LETTER 2:
Dear God,
This is your friend Barry. I have been a pretty good boy this year, and I
would like a red bike for my birthday.
Thank you,
Barry.
Barry knew this wasn't true either. He tore up the letter and started again.
LETTER 3:
Dear God,
I have been an OK boy this year and I would really like a red bike for my
birthday.
Your friend,
Barry.
Barry knew he could not send this letter to God either.
Barry was very upset. He went downstairs and told his mother he wanted to go
to church. Barry's mother thought her plan had worked because Barry looked
very sad. "Just be home in time for dinner," his mother said.
Barry walked down the street to the church and up to the altar. He looked
around to see if anyone was there. He picked up a statue of the Virgin Mary.
He slipped it under his shirt and ran out of the church, down the street,
into his house, and up to his room. He shut the door to his room and sat
down with a piece of paper and a pen. Barry began to write his letter to
God.
LETTER 4:
I'VE GOT YOUR MUM.
IF YOU WANT TO SEE HER AGAIN, SEND THE BIKE.
Your Friend,
Barry
Little Barry came into the kitchen where his mother was making dinner.
His birthday was coming up and he thought this was a good time to tell his
mother what he wanted: "Mom, I want a bike for my birthday." Little Barry
was a bit of a troublemaker. He had gotten into trouble at school and at
home. Barry's mother asked him if he thought he deserved to get a bike for
his birthday. Little Barry, of course, thought he did. Barry's mother, being
a Christian woman, wanted him to reflect on his behaviour over the last
year, and write a letter to God, and tell him why he deserved a bike for his
birthday. Little Barry stomped up the steps to his room and sat down to
write God a letter.
LETTER 1:
Dear God,
I have been a very good boy this year and I would like a bike for my
birthday. I want a red one.
Your friend,
Barry.
Barry knew this wasn't true. He had not been a very good boy this year, so
he tore up he letter and started over.
LETTER 2:
Dear God,
This is your friend Barry. I have been a pretty good boy this year, and I
would like a red bike for my birthday.
Thank you,
Barry.
Barry knew this wasn't true either. He tore up the letter and started again.
LETTER 3:
Dear God,
I have been an OK boy this year and I would really like a red bike for my
birthday.
Your friend,
Barry.
Barry knew he could not send this letter to God either.
Barry was very upset. He went downstairs and told his mother he wanted to go
to church. Barry's mother thought her plan had worked because Barry looked
very sad. "Just be home in time for dinner," his mother said.
Barry walked down the street to the church and up to the altar. He looked
around to see if anyone was there. He picked up a statue of the Virgin Mary.
He slipped it under his shirt and ran out of the church, down the street,
into his house, and up to his room. He shut the door to his room and sat
down with a piece of paper and a pen. Barry began to write his letter to
God.
LETTER 4:
I'VE GOT YOUR MUM.
IF YOU WANT TO SEE HER AGAIN, SEND THE BIKE.
Your Friend,
Barry
