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<blockquote data-quote="buddhika19" data-source="post: 2246335" data-attributes="member: 28673"><p><span style="font-size: 15px">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. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: 15px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 15px">"Mom, I want a bike for my birthday."</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 15px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 15px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 15px">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.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 15px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 15px">"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."</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 15px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 15px">Little Bobby stomped up the steps to his room and sat down to write God a letter. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: 15px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 15px">Letter 1</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 15px">Dear God,</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 15px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 15px">I have been a very good boy this year and I would like a bike for my birthday. I want a red one.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 15px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 15px">Your friend,</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 15px">Bobby</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 15px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 15px">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.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 15px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 15px">Letter 2</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 15px">Dear God,</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 15px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 15px">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.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 15px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 15px">Your friend,</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 15px">Bobby</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 15px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 15px">Bobby knew that this wasn't true either. So, he tore up the letter and started again.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 15px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 15px">Letter 3</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 15px">Dear God,</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 15px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 15px">I have been an OK boy this year. I still would really like a bike for my birthday.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 15px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 15px">Bobby</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 15px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 15px">Bobby knew he could not send this letter to God either. So, Bobby wrote a fourth letter.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 15px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 15px">Letter 4</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 15px">God,</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 15px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 15px">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.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 15px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 15px">Please! Thank you,</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 15px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 15px">Bobby</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 15px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 15px">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. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: 15px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 15px">"Just be home in time for dinner", Bobby's mother told him.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 15px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 15px">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. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: 15px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 15px">Bobby began to write his letter to God.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 15px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 15px">Letter 5</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 15px">God,</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 15px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 15px">I'VE KIDNAPPED YOUR MAMA. IF YOU WANT TO SEE HER AGAIN, SEND ME THE BIKE!!!!!! </span></p><p></p><p></p><p><img src="/styles/default/xenforo/smilies/default/D.gif" class="smilie" loading="lazy" alt=":D" title="Big grin :D" data-shortname=":D" /> <img src="/styles/default/xenforo/smilies/default/D.gif" class="smilie" loading="lazy" alt=":D" title="Big grin :D" data-shortname=":D" /> <img src="/styles/default/xenforo/smilies/default/D.gif" class="smilie" loading="lazy" alt=":D" title="Big grin :D" data-shortname=":D" /> <img src="/styles/default/xenforo/smilies/default/D.gif" class="smilie" loading="lazy" alt=":D" title="Big grin :D" data-shortname=":D" /> <img src="/styles/default/xenforo/smilies/default/D.gif" class="smilie" loading="lazy" alt=":D" title="Big grin :D" data-shortname=":D" /> <img src="/styles/default/xenforo/smilies/default/D.gif" class="smilie" loading="lazy" alt=":D" title="Big grin :D" data-shortname=":D" /> <img src="/styles/default/xenforo/smilies/default/D.gif" class="smilie" loading="lazy" alt=":D" title="Big grin :D" data-shortname=":D" /> <img src="/styles/default/xenforo/smilies/default/D.gif" class="smilie" loading="lazy" alt=":D" title="Big grin :D" data-shortname=":D" /> <img src="/styles/default/xenforo/smilies/default/D.gif" class="smilie" loading="lazy" alt=":D" title="Big grin :D" data-shortname=":D" /> <img src="/styles/default/xenforo/smilies/default/D.gif" class="smilie" loading="lazy" alt=":D" title="Big grin :D" data-shortname=":D" /> <img src="/styles/default/xenforo/smilies/default/D.gif" class="smilie" loading="lazy" alt=":D" title="Big grin :D" data-shortname=":D" /> <img src="/styles/default/xenforo/smilies/default/D.gif" class="smilie" loading="lazy" alt=":D" title="Big grin :D" data-shortname=":D" /></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="buddhika19, post: 2246335, member: 28673"] [SIZE="4"]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 ME THE BIKE!!!!!! [/SIZE] :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D [/QUOTE]
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