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Avishkar Agarwal
Little Bobby 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 Bobby was a bit of a troublemaker. He had gotten
into trouble at school and at home. Bobby's mother asked him if he
thought he deserved to get a bike for his birthday. Little Bobby, of
course, thought he did.
Bobby's mother wanted Bobby to reflect on his behavior over the last
year. "Go to your room, Bobby, and think about how you have behaved
this year.
Then write a letter to God and tell him why you deserve a bike for
your birthday." Little Bobby 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,
Bobby
Bobby knew that this wasn't true. He had not been a very good boy
this year, so he tore up the letter and started over.
Letter 2
Dear God,
This is your friend Bobby. I have been a good boy this year and I
would like a red bike for my birthday.
Thank you.
Your friend Bobby
Bobby knew that this wasn't true either. So, he tore up the letter
and started again.
Letter 3
Dear God,
I have been an "OK "boy this year. I still would really like a bike
for my birthday.
Bobby
Bobby knew he could not send this letter to God either. So, Bobby
wrote a fourth letter.
Letter 4
God,
I know I haven't been a good boy this year. I am very sorry. I will
be a good boy if you just send me a bike for my birthday.
Please!
Thank you,
Bobby
Bobby knew, even if it was true, this letter was not going to get him
a bike.
Now, Bobby was very upset. He went downstairs and told his mom that
he wanted to go to church. Bobby's mother thought her plan had
worked, as Bobby looked very sad. "Just be home in time for dinner,"
Bobby's mother told him.
Bobby walked down the street to the church on the corner. Little
Bobby went into the church and up to the altar. He looked around to
see if anyone was there. Bobby bent down and picked up a statue of
the Mary. He slipped the statue under his shirt and ran out of the
church, down the street, into the house, and up to his room. He shut
the door to his room and sat down with a piece of paper and a pen.
Bobby began to write his letter to God.
Letter 5
God,
I'VE KIDNAPPED YOUR MAMA. IF YOU WANT TO SEE HER AGAIN, SEND THE
BIKE!!!!!!!!!!
:SugarwareZ-191:
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 Bobby was a bit of a troublemaker. He had gotten
into trouble at school and at home. Bobby's mother asked him if he
thought he deserved to get a bike for his birthday. Little Bobby, of
course, thought he did.
Bobby's mother wanted Bobby to reflect on his behavior over the last
year. "Go to your room, Bobby, and think about how you have behaved
this year.
Then write a letter to God and tell him why you deserve a bike for
your birthday." Little Bobby 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,
Bobby
Bobby knew that this wasn't true. He had not been a very good boy
this year, so he tore up the letter and started over.
Letter 2
Dear God,
This is your friend Bobby. I have been a good boy this year and I
would like a red bike for my birthday.
Thank you.
Your friend Bobby
Bobby knew that this wasn't true either. So, he tore up the letter
and started again.
Letter 3
Dear God,
I have been an "OK "boy this year. I still would really like a bike
for my birthday.
Bobby
Bobby knew he could not send this letter to God either. So, Bobby
wrote a fourth letter.
Letter 4
God,
I know I haven't been a good boy this year. I am very sorry. I will
be a good boy if you just send me a bike for my birthday.
Please!
Thank you,
Bobby
Bobby knew, even if it was true, this letter was not going to get him
a bike.
Now, Bobby was very upset. He went downstairs and told his mom that
he wanted to go to church. Bobby's mother thought her plan had
worked, as Bobby looked very sad. "Just be home in time for dinner,"
Bobby's mother told him.
Bobby walked down the street to the church on the corner. Little
Bobby went into the church and up to the altar. He looked around to
see if anyone was there. Bobby bent down and picked up a statue of
the Mary. He slipped the statue under his shirt and ran out of the
church, down the street, into the house, and up to his room. He shut
the door to his room and sat down with a piece of paper and a pen.
Bobby began to write his letter to God.
Letter 5
God,
I'VE KIDNAPPED YOUR MAMA. IF YOU WANT TO SEE HER AGAIN, SEND THE
BIKE!!!!!!!!!!
:SugarwareZ-191:
