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Little Barry 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 Barry was a bit of a troublemaker. He had gotten into trouble at
school and at home. Barry's mother asked him if he thought he deserved to
get a bike for his birthday. Little Barry, of course, thought he did.
Barry's mother, being a Christian woman, wanted him to reflect on his
behaviour over the last year, and write a letter to God, and tell him why he
deserved a bike for his birthday.
Little Barry 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, Barry.
Barry knew 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 Barry. I have been a pretty good boy this year, and I
would like a red bike for my birthday.
Thank you,
Barry.
Barry knew this wasn't true either. He tore up the letter and started again.
LETTER 3:
Dear God,
I have been an OK boy this year and I would really like a red bike for my
birthday.
Your friend,
Barry.
Barry knew he could not send this letter to God either. Barry was very
upset. He went downstairs and told his mother he wanted to go to church.
Barry's mother thought her plan had worked because Barry looked very sad.
"Just be home in time for dinner," his mother said. Barry walked down the
street to the church and up to the altar. He looked around to see if anyone
was there. He picked up a statue of the Virgin Mary. He slipped it under his
shirt and ran out of the church, down the street, into his house, and up to
his room. He shut the door to his room and sat down with a piece of paper
and a pen. Barry began to write his letter to God.
LETTER 4:
I'VE GOT YOUR MUM.
IF YOU WANT TO SEE HER AGAIN, SEND THE F*%#ING BIKE
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 Barry was a bit of a troublemaker. He had gotten into trouble at
school and at home. Barry's mother asked him if he thought he deserved to
get a bike for his birthday. Little Barry, of course, thought he did.
Barry's mother, being a Christian woman, wanted him to reflect on his
behaviour over the last year, and write a letter to God, and tell him why he
deserved a bike for his birthday.
Little Barry 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, Barry.
Barry knew 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 Barry. I have been a pretty good boy this year, and I
would like a red bike for my birthday.
Thank you,
Barry.
Barry knew this wasn't true either. He tore up the letter and started again.
LETTER 3:
Dear God,
I have been an OK boy this year and I would really like a red bike for my
birthday.
Your friend,
Barry.
Barry knew he could not send this letter to God either. Barry was very
upset. He went downstairs and told his mother he wanted to go to church.
Barry's mother thought her plan had worked because Barry looked very sad.
"Just be home in time for dinner," his mother said. Barry walked down the
street to the church and up to the altar. He looked around to see if anyone
was there. He picked up a statue of the Virgin Mary. He slipped it under his
shirt and ran out of the church, down the street, into his house, and up to
his room. He shut the door to his room and sat down with a piece of paper
and a pen. Barry began to write his letter to God.
LETTER 4:
I'VE GOT YOUR MUM.
IF YOU WANT TO SEE HER AGAIN, SEND THE F*%#ING BIKE
Hehehe I like it.
