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Mouse and His
Bug
Once there was a mouse
who lived in a great big house.
The mouse had a pet bug
which lived in his mug.
The mouse wasn't very happy
when his bug jumped into his favourite rug.
The mouse made the bug stay in his mug
and forbade it to go near the rug.
The bug just wouldn't listen
and jumped onto the rug
This time, the mouse was furious
and squashed it with his mug
Mission Fishing
One bright and sunny day, I felt like fishing. So I packed what I
needed
... fishing rod, hooks, weights and of course, worms for bait.
When I reached the jetty, I put a worm on the hook and threw the line
in
and waited for the fish to bite. I was disappointed when I did not
catch
anything after waiting for three hours.
I pulled in the line and to my surprise, there was a small fish at the
end of the line. The fish was so small that I did not feel any tug on
the line.
I was even more surprised when the fish started to talk, "Let me go or
I
will turn you into a frog!" I was so startled that I just stared at
it.
The next moment, I was already a frog ... ribit, ribit
A New Wolf
The story of the three little pigs has been passed down for many
generations. I, Little Mean Wolf,
the grandson of Big Bad Wolf has vowed to take revenge on the three
little pigs, now the three old pigs.
After many days, I thought of a plan. I asked my father, Big Stingy
Wolf what the pigs feared most and my father answered, " Lions! " I
took out my lion costume that I had used last year for the play "The
Wizard of Oz."
I went out in my lion costume and went to the three old pigs' house.
When
I got near to the house the three pigs caught me with a net. I cried
and wailed but soon after that, they let me go and even forgave me.
They knew that I was not a real lion because I could not roar like a
real one.
From then on, I turned over a new leaf and changed my name to
Small Good Wolf. I and three old
pigs' grandsons, Small Cute Pig, Small Gentle Pig and Small Adorable
Pig became good friends. Somebody was not happy that I had made new
friends and he was my father, Big Stingy Wolf.
The pigs were going to move out and I had to choose between my
family or go away with my friends. I had been happier since I learnt
about Jesus from the three old pigs so I decided to follow my
friends and learn more about Jesus. I followed them to the jungle
where I had a lot of fun. I learnt more about Jesus from the Bible (International
Animals' Version). I accepted Jesus as my Saviour and became a
Christian
A Duck Tale
The bright morning rays shone
through the bedroom curtains onto Farmer Huang's pillow; making the
room
hot and stuffy. Farmer Huang is not an early riser but the heat woke
up
him. He hurriedly got up and started to head for his poultry farm. He
had invested all his money in ducks.
Farmer Huang got into his lorry that was loaded with ducks in cages
and
his two workers, Bill and Jim. Their first stop was City Primary
School.
Upon reaching the school gate, the lorry skidded and punctured a tyre.
Farmer Huang left his workers to change the tyre while he went into
the
school canteen to hand over some ducks.
Meanwhile, a boy had crept up the lorry and opened some of the cages.
Jim happened to look up; the boy jumped down from the lorry and ran
into
the school compound.
The ducks were escaping! Jim and Bill hurriedly tried to get the
ducks back into the cages but their efforts were in vain. There was a
great commotion ...
ducks quacking, workers shouting.
Where was the naughty boy? He was at the school gate letting some
ducks
into the school. On hearing the noise, many children came out of their
classrooms and were watching the funny sight ... two men chasing ducks
which were
quacking, waddling and flapping their wings which in turn
sent down feathers floating in the air! It was hilarious.
Farmer Huang came back just in time to catch hold of the boy. He then
went after the ducks. He made a funny
quacking
sound and the ducks began to come to him. He happily put them
back into their cages, changed the punctured tyre and drove off
...
leaving the boy in the hands of the school principal.
The moon had gone behind a cloud
and there weren't many stars in the sky. It was a dark night. I saw a
glow in my neighbour's kitchen. I thought he was having a midnight
snack
so I went back to my bed.
Soon, there was a burning smell in the air and I suspected something
was
wrong. At once, I jumped out of bed and went downstairs to
investigate.
I saw fire coming out of my neighbour's kitchen. Instinctively, I
shouted "Fire! Fire!" But there was no one nearby to hear my shouts
for
help.
I rushed into my house, called the Fire Department and went back to my
neighbour's house. I rang the doorbell, banged on the door and called
out my neighbour's name but there was no response. I managed to break
into the house and rescued a cat and a rabbit.
I tried to throw buckets of water through the kitchen window but it
was
no use; the fire was too strong. Luckily, a fire engine arrived and
the
firemen put out the fire. They arrived in the nick of time as the fire
was going to spread to the other rooms in the house.
When my neighbour came back, he was sad because his kitchen was a
wreck
but he thanked me for calling the Fire Department and for saving his
pets. He wanted to give me some money as a reward but I did not accept
it.
Weeks later, my neighbour repaired and restored his kitchen. He
invited
me to his new kitchen and there he gave me a medal that he had
specially
ordered from a factory. It made me very happy.
The big family in the little house
Vladimir does not know what to do. He has a big
family
And he lives in a little house. He is not very happy
One day he goes to town. He talks to a wise woman
"please help me," he says. "my wife and I have six children
We live in a very little house. Eight people in a few
rooms! We cannot live in this way
The wise woman listens. She closes her eyes for a minute
Then she asks, "how many animals do you have
" we have eight animals. We have a horse, a cow
two pigs, and four chickens, "says vladimir
"good. Go home now," says the wise woman
"take all your animals into the house with you
" our animals!" says Vladimir. He goes home and does
what the wise woman tells him. The next week
he goes back to the wise woman
"this is very bad!" he says. "The animals eat our food
They fill all the rooms. They sleep in our beds
The wise woman closes her eyes a gain. Then she tells
Vladimir, "now go home. Take the animals out of the house
Vladimir goes home. He takes the animals out of the house
The next day, he goes back to the wise woman
This time he is happy .
"thank you, thank you, "he says. "it's very different
without the animals. Now we can eat. Now we can sleep
Now we like our house. Thank you for your help
You are a very wise woman!"[] The turtle and the ducksThe turtle was not very
happy.
"here I am on the ground
"he said. "I cannot go fast. I always see the same things
I see only the ground and the grass. Poor, poor me
Then the turtle looked up at the sky. "look at those birds
" he said. "they go many places. They see many things
I want to be a bird. I want to fly, too
Two ducks stopped near the turtle
"oh, ducks, "asked the turtle. "what can I do? I want to
go far places. I want to see the world
"I think we can help you," said the ducks
"can you?" asked the turtle. "how?"
"you can fly with us to Africa or to America. You can see
mountains, oceans, and cities – all things you want to see
"but how can I fly?" asked the turtle
"with astick," said the ducks." We can hold the stick in
our mouths. And you must hold on with your mouth
And that's what they did. They went up in the air. They went
many miles. The turtle saw many new things. He saw a city
and lots of people
Some people looked up. "a turtle in the air!" they said
"run, run to the queen. There is a flying turtle. She must see it
The queen came out to see the turtle." where is it
She asked. "here! Can't you see me?" called the turtle
But when he opened his mouth, he fell to the ground
And there, in front of the queen and all the people, he died A SMART MOTHER
THIS IS TASHA.SHE HAS SIX PUPIES.TASHA LIVES WITH GRAY.GRAY LIVES IN
CLAIFORNIA.
IT IS RAINING IN CLAIFORNIA.IT IS RAINING HARD.WATER IS IN THE STREETS.
WATER IS IN THE HOUSES.
WATER IS COMING INTO GRAY'S HOUSE.HE RUNS TO HIS CAR WITH HIS
CLOTHES.HE
RUNS TO HIS CAR WITH HIS BOOKS.HE RUNS TO HIS CAR WITH HIS TV.
OH,NO! TASHA AND HER PUPPIES!THEY ARE IN THE YARD!
GRAY RUNS TO THE YARD.THE WATER IS TWO FEET1 DEEP.WHERE IS
TASHA? THERE SHE
IS!SHE IS SWIMMING .WHERE ARE THE PUPPIES?THERE THEY ARE!THEY ARE IN THE
FOOD BOWL.
IT IS TASHA'S FOOD BOWL.TASHA IS PUSHING THE BOWL WITH
HER NOSE.
THE PUPPIES HAVE A SMART MOTHER. ............................. NEIGHBORS
JACK AND ANN ARE MARRIED. THEY ARE NOT HAPPY TOGTHER. WHY
NOT?
THEY ARE VERY DIFFERENT. JACK SMOKES.ANN DOESN'T SMOKE.
JACK LIKE TO WATCH BASEBALL ON TV. ANN DOESN'T LIKE BASEBALL. ANN LIKE LOUD
MUSIC. JACK DOESN'T LIKE LOUD MUSIC. JACK SNORES AT NIGHT. ANN CAN'T
SLEEP.
ONE DAY, ANN LOOKS AT THE HOUSE NEXT DOOR.
IT IS FOR SALE. ANN BUYS THE HOUSE AND MOVES IN.
NOW ANN LIVES IN THE HOUSE NEXT TO JACK. IN HIS HOUSE, JACK CAN
WATCH
BASEBALL ON TV.HE CAN SMOKE. HE CAN SNORE.
IN HER HOUSE, ANN CAN LISTEN TO LOUD MUSIC. SHE CAN SLEEP.
NOW JACK AND ANN ARE MARRIED AND HAPPY. ........................................
BRAIN IS THREE YEARS OLD. HE IS WITH HIS MOTHER. THEY ARE AT THE ZOO. THEY
ARE GOING TO SEE THE GORILLAS. BRAIN RUNS TO THE GORILLAS. HE CLAIMBS A
FENCE. HE FALLS. HE FALL 18 FEET 1. HE IS ON THE
GROUND. HE DOESN'T MOVE.
BRAIN IS WITH THE GORILLAS NOW. SEVEN GORILLAS WALK TO HIM. ONE GORILLA IS A
MOTHER. HER NAME IS BINTI. SHE HAS HER BABY ON HER BACK. BINTI PICKS UP BRAIN. SHEW CARRIES HIM TO A DOOR. SHE STANDS AT THE DOOR.
SHE HOLDS BRAIN. SHE PATS BRAIN ON THE BACK. BINTI IS A GOOD MOTHER. A MAN
COMES TO THE DOOR. BINTI GIVES BRAIN TO THE MAN. BRAIN GOES TO THE
HOSPITAL.HE HAS A BROKEN ARM, BUT HE IS OK.
BRAIN'S MOTHER IS HAPPY."THANK YOU, BINTI" SHE SAYS. .......................................
MR. AND MRS. ZIMMER ARE IN A VAN WITH THEIR THREE CHILDREN. THEY ARE DRIVING
FROM CALIFORNIA TO OREGON. IT IS LATE AT NIGHT.
MR. ZIMMER IS IN THE FRONT SEAT. HE IS DRIVING THE VAN. MRS. ZIMMER AND THE
CHILDREN ARE IN THE BACK SEATS. THEY ARE SLEEPING. MR. ZIMMER IS HUNGRY. HE
STOPS AT A FAST FOOD RESTURANT. HE GOES INTO THE RESTURANT. MRS. WAKES UP.
SHE IS HUNGRY, TOO. SHE GOES INTO THE RESTURANT.
MR. ZIMMER WALKS OUT OF THE RESTURANT. MR. ZIMMER DOESN'T SEE HIS WIFE. MR.
ZIMMER DRIVES AWAY IN THE VAN HE DRIVES ALL NIGHT. IN THE MORNING, MR.
ZIMMER AND THE CHILDREN ARE IN OREGON.THEY GET OUT OF THE VAN. "WHERE'S YOUR
MAM?" MR. ZIMMER ASKS THE CHILDREN. "WE DON'T KONW" THE
CHILDREN SAY. WHERE
IS MRS. ZIMMER? SHE IS AT THE RESTURANT IN CALIFORNIA. ...............................
Louise Burt was walking along a San Francisco street. Suddenly a man took
her
purse and ran. Mrs. Burt was very
angry. She had ten dollars, her bus pass, and
the keys to her house in the purse. Mrs.
Burt ran after the thief.
The thief ran one block, two blocks, three blocks. The thief
was a young man, so
he could run fast. Mrs.
Burt was not a young woman_she was 73
years old_but she
could run fast, too. Mrs.
Burt stayed right behind the thief.
Mrs. Burt was wearing two chopsticks in her hair. The chopsticks had
sharp ends.
Mrs. Burt took the chopsticks out
of her hair. "Maybe I can stab the thief with
these chopsticks," she thought. "Then
he will drop purse."
The thief ran into an apartment building. Mrs. Burt followed
him. "Help! Stop
him!" she shouted. "He has my purse!"
Two police officers were walking near the apartment
building. They heard Mrs.
Burt and ran to help
her. One police officer stayed with Mrs.
Burt. The other
police officer chased the thief.
The police officer found the thief on the roof of the apartment building.
The
thief was looking in Mrs. Burt's purse.
When he saw the police officer, the
thief dropped the purse and jumped off the
building. The building was two
stories high.
A few minutes later the police officer caught the thief. He was
hiding under a
car. He couldn't run
because he had two broken ankles. The police took the
thief
to jail. The thief will stay in jail
for long time. But the thief was lucky. He
was lucky that the police caught him. He lucky that Mrs.
Burt didn't catch him! ~
CARING
FRIENDS ~
A
teenage boy had cancer and was in the hospital for several
weeks to undergo
radiation treatments and chemotherapy.
During that time, he lost all of his
hair. On the way home
from the hospital, he was worried ... not about the
cancer,
but about the embarrassment of going back to school with a
bald head. He
had already decided not to wear a wig or a hat.
When he arrived home, he walked in the front door and turned
on the lights. To
his surprise, about fifty of his friends jumped
up and shouted, "Welcome home!"
The boy looked around
the room and could hardly believe his eyes... all fifty of
his friends had shaved their heads!
Wouldn't we all like to have caring friends who were so sensitive
and committed
to us that they would sacrifice their hair for
us if that's what it took to make
us feel affirmed, included,
and loved? Friends like that are hard to find in
today's world. Edited
from Hot Illustrations for Youth Talks by Wayne Rice.Copyright
1994
by Youth Specialties, Inc. Happiness
is
the Best Gift Two
men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room. One man was allowed
to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his
lungs. His bed was next to the room's only window. The other man had to spend
all his time flat on his back. The men talked for hours on end. They spoke of
their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the
military service, where they had been on vacation.And
every afternoon when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would
pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside
the window. The man in the other bed began to live for those one-hour periods
where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity
and color
of the world outside. The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake. Ducks and
swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers
walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color of the rainbow. Grand old trees
graced the landscape, and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen
in the
distance. As
the man by the window described all this in exquisite detail, the man on the
other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine the picturesque scene.
One warm afternoon the man by the window described a parade passing by.
Although the other man couldn't hear the band - he could see it in his mind's
eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words. Days
and weeks passed. One
morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the
lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep.
She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away. As
soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after
making sure he was
comfortable, she left him alone.
Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take
his first look at
the world outside. Finally, he would have
the joy of seeing it for himself. He
strained to slowly turn
to look out the window beside the bed. It faced a blank
wall.
The man asked the nurse what could have compelled
his deceased roommate
who had described such wonderful
things outside this window. The nurse
responded that
the man was blind and could not even see the wall. She said,
"Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you."
Epilogue. . . There is tremendous happiness in making others happy,
despite our
own situations. Shared grief is half the sorrow,
but happiness when shared, is
doubled. If you want
to feel rich, just count all of the things you have that
money can't buy.
"Today is a gift, that's why it is called the present."~
BUTTERFLY ~
 It
was
1953, it was spring, and it was a great time to be a kid!School
would be out soon, and there were three long months of summer vacation
to look
forward to. Tom
Mix
and Roy Rogers were still making movies, and the local theater had
decided not
to raise it's prices. You could still get into the
Saturday matinee for thirty
five cents. And that included a Buck Rogers cliff hangar serial and a
cartoon!A
carnival
was coming to town in July, and a circus in August. What more could a
guy ask
for? The
boy
and his friend had been thinking about all these things as they
watched their
kite soar gracefully above them in the sky over the
large open field. The boy
was ten and his friend was eleven, and
although they were a grade apart in
school, they were the best of buddies and did everything together.They
came
to this field often, to fly kites, or play cowboys and
Indians, or just to
explore. There were woods along one side
of the clearing that were great for
hiding and building forts in. And
if you were playing the part of an Indian
there was a
stone fence that offered protection from the cowboys after a raid on
their camp. It
was in
this very field that the carnivals set up their rides and the
circuses put up
their tents. And as much fun as it was to wander
around those events while they
were there, it was even
more exciting to see them leave, and then race to the
field to see what treasures may have been left behind.There
was
always something. A broken trinket, a length of thick
rope, or maybe even change
from some kids pocket when
he had been turned upside down while riding "The
Octopus"! A person never knew what they might discover.Yup,
it
was a really neat field. It
was
getting late, and the two friends decided it was time to go.The older
boy gave
one last hard tug on the kite's string, as
he always did, trying to get it to
dive and loop, and then they reeled in the line and started for home.The
path
out of the field went by an old apple tree, and for the
past week or so they had
been watching a large yellow caterpillar
who had made his home on one of the
branches. They
had watched him slowly inch his way up and down the
branch
looking for any new leaves that might have sprouted.
But there wasn't much new
growth on the
tree this early in the year, and so they had wondered how he would
survive. They
didn't see the caterpillar today. Instead they noticed a
large, grey, lifeless
looking cocoon, and they wondered if
their yellow friend had died. But it was
getting very late, and
the boys friend said his stomach hurt, probably from
hunger, so they didn't wonder about it too long, and continued their
walk home. The
next
morning the boy and his friend walked to school together
as usual. They arrived
with a little time left before the
first bell, so they took a few moments to
wander around the playground and discuss their plans for that evening.The
boy's
friend wanted to go fishing at Mudd Creek, the
water was getting high there and
he thought perhaps the trout may have come back early this year.It
was
also just about time to start getting their bicycle-built-for-two back together.
Neither friend had a great bike, but when the rear wheel
was removed from one,
and the front fork of the other attached,
it made a super fast and fun vehicle!
(and
sticking playing cards in the spokes of the
wheels made it sound just like
the full dress Harley Davidson motorcycles
they would see on the highway...well,
almost...) But
nothing definite was decided upon, and
so, when the second bell rang they went
their separate ways. Noon
came,
and when the boy entered the cafeteria it was buzzing
with excitement. Someone
in Mrs. Foster's class had
gotten very sick and had to be taken to the hospital!
The
boy's friend was in Mrs. Foster's room, and so the boy looked
around the
busy lunch room trying to find him. But
his friend wasn't there so the boy sat
next to some of his other classmates. Everyone
seemed to have a different version of what had happened, and
there were a lot of
rumors, but the one thing they all seemed to
agree upon was the fact that it had
been the boys friend who had gotten sick.Lunch
period ended and soon the school day was over.The
boy
hurried home to see if his friend had returned from the
hospital yet. He was
sure his friend would have wonderful
stories of being poked with long needles,
being
asked to say "ahhh" a hundred times, and other strange and unknown
things.There
were
a lot of cars in his friends driveway as the boy walked past,
but he didn't see
anyone and so he continued to his home two houses
away. His grandmother was in
the kitchen baking when he
walked in, and she asked him if he had heard about
his friend. She
said
he had suffered an attack of acute appendicitis. His appendix
had burst in
school, and by the time they got him to the
hospital it was too late. The poison
had spread throughout
his body and he had died a short while ago.His
best
friend was gone. There
was
no one to take him to the funeral, and so he decided to go
to the field. He
hadn't had much experience with death. He
had seen dead squirrels and birds of
course, but a person, that was different. He didn't understand.Why
did
things have to die? Where
did
they go? Why
did
his best friend have to leave him? He
wanted
to think about all these things and so he walked slowly down
the road to the
field, carrying the kite, it's tail dragging along behind him.As
he
passed the apple tree he noticed the dull, grey cocoon was broken
open. There
was nothing inside, it was just a cold
empty shell now, and there was no trace
of the caterpillar. There
was
a strong breeze, and the kite went up into the bright sky easily.
The boy sat on
a rock and watched as the colorful kite swayed in
the wind and danced on it's
tail. As he watched he thought about all
the good times he and his friend had
had. Times that they could never have again.Never
again! That
was
the part he couldn't accept. That he would never see his chubby, funny
friend
again. The
boy
was very sad, but he didn't cry. There
was
less wind now and it was getting cool. It
was
time to go. He
stood
and began to wind the kite string onto it's holder.He hadn't
wound
more than a half dozen turns when a beautiful yellow Swallowtail
butterfly
landed on the line no more than two feet from his hand.The
string
went slack in his hands, and it seemed the butterfly was pulling
on the line,
trying to catch just one last gust of air under the kite.
The kite responded by
soaring another fifty feet up into the air and then started floating
slowly back
to earth. The
line
was taut in his hands again and the boy continued reeling it in. As
he did, the
Swallowtail let go his hold on the line and flew upwards, up
past the kite and
into the clear blue sky until it disappeared from the boy's sight.Now
the
boy understood. The
caterpillar hadn't died. He had changed into something new and
wonderful,
leaving behind an empty shell which was no longer needed.The
boy
knew he would never see his friend again, not as he had been. But
he knew his
friend wasn't really gone. Instead, he too was off on a great
new adventure, his
spirit soaring among the clouds. And he knew that
if he kept all the memories
alive, the friendship and the good times, then his friend would never
truly
leave him. His
spirit
would always be there. Written
by D. A. Tony Ciango for his friend...Jack G...1940-1953...
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