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.
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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.
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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.
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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. ............................... The Lucky Thief
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 ********
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 ******** 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 de******ive 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 ******** 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 ******** 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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