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whisperedsighs -> The Boy and the Toy (12/1/2006 11:03:18 AM)
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I was inspired this morning and couldn't resist as fingers came to keyboard to write this little story. It has some relevance to this lifestyle, and I believe life in general. Any comments?
The Boy and the Toy
Once upon a time there was this little boy. Everyday the little boy would walk by the toy store and look in the window. He would gaze with awe and wonder upon all the bright and shiny toys. He would go home, and dream about the toys he saw.
One day on his way home he saw the most magnificent toy in the world. He had to have it, so he went home and started saving up his pennies. Each day on his way home from school he would stop and look at the toy, spending all the time he could looking in the toy store window. He would talk with bright shiny eyes about how much he really liked the toy. He exclaimed about how many bells and whistles it had, and how many buttons and knobs there were to pull and push. He couldn’t wait to get his hands on it. Rushing home he would count his pennies again and again. He began to do odd jobs around the house to earn more money.
Finally, the boy went into the store, walked up to the counter and put his penny jar down. He pointed at the toy in the window, as he spoke to the shop keeper with excitement in his eyes. The shop keeper counted up the boy's pennies, smiled and nodded. He went to the window and pulled out the bright shiny toy. The boy practically bounced with glee, as the shop keeper wrapped it up in a package and handed it over to the boy.
The boy rushed home as fast as his legs could carry him. Very excited, he couldn’t wait to open the package and play with his toy. He ran straight to his room unwrapped the toy. He rang the bells, he made the whistles sound. He pulled knobs, and pressed buttons delighting in the way the toy responded. He played with the toy all night until it was time to go to bed.
About a week later, there the toy lay on the floor. Covered by tossed aside school clothes. Every once in a while when something was tossed in it’s general direction a whistle would sound, a bell would ring, but the boy had lost interest in this wonderful toy. He didn’t hear the bells and whistles any more, he didn’t see the bright shiny surface, and didn’t notice the knobs and buttons.
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