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Mouse and His Bug

Once there was a mousewho lived in a great big house.

The mouse had a pet bug

which lived in his mug.

The mouse wasn't very happy

when his bug jumped into his favourite rug.

The mouse made the bug stay in his mug

and forbade it to go near the rug.

The bug just wouldn't listen

and jumped onto the rug

This time, the mouse was furious

and squashed it with his mug

Mission Fishing

One bright and sunny day, I felt like fishing. So I packed what Ineeded ... fishing rod, hooks, weights and of course, worms for

bait.

When I reached the jetty, I put a worm on the hook and threwthe line in and waited for the fish to bite. I was disappointed


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when I did not catch anything after waiting for three hours.

I pulled in the line and to my surprise, there was a small fish atthe end of the line. The fish was so small that I did not feel any

tug on the line.

I was even more surprised when the fish started to talk, "Let mego or I will turn you into a frog!" I was so startled that I just

stared at it. The next moment, I was already a frog ... ribit, ribit

A New Wolf

The story of the three little pigs has been passed down for many

generations. I, Little Mean Wolf, the grandson of Big Bad Wolfhas vowed to take revenge on the three little pigs, now the three

old pigs.

After many days, I thought of a plan. I asked my father, BigStingy Wolf what the pigs feared most and my father answered,

" Lions! " I took out my lion costume that I had used last year for

the play "The Wizard of Oz."

I went out in my lion costume and went to the three old pigs'

house. When I got near to the house the three pigs caught me

with a net. I cried and wailed but soon after that, they let me go

and even forgave me. They knew that I was not a real lion

because I could not roar like a real one.

From then on, I turned over a new leaf and changed my name to

Small Good Wolf. I and three old pigs' grandsons, Small Cute Pig,


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Small Gentle Pig and Small Adorable Pig became good friends.Somebody was not happy that I had made new friends and he was

my father, Big Stingy Wolf.

The pigs were going to move out and I had to choose between myfamily or go away with my friends. I had been happier since I

learnt about Jesus from the three old pigs so I decided to followmy friends and learn more about Jesus. I followed them to the

jungle where I had a lot of fun. I learnt more about Jesus fromthe Bible (International Animals' Version). I accepted Jesus as

my Saviour and became a Christian

A Duck TaleThe bright morning rays shone through the bedroom curtainsonto Farmer Huang's pillow; making the room hot and stuffy.

Farmer Huang is not an early riser but the heat woke up him. He

hurriedly got up and started to head for his poultry farm. He had

invested all his money in ducks.

Farmer Huang got into his lorry that was loaded with ducks in

cages and his two workers, Bill and Jim. Their first stop was City

Primary School. Upon reaching the school gate, the lorry skiddedand punctured a tyre. Farmer Huang left his workers to change

the tyre while he went into the school canteen to hand over someducks.

Meanwhile, a boy had crept up the lorry and opened some of thecages. Jim happened to look up; the boy jumped down from the

lorry and ran into the school compound.The ducks were escaping!

Jim and Bill hurriedly tried to get the ducks back into the cages

but their efforts were in vain. There was a great commotion ...ducks quacking, workers shouting.
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Where was the naughty boy? He was at the school gate letting

some ducks into the school. On hearing the noise, many childrencame out of their classrooms and were watching the funny sight

... two men chasing ducks which were quacking, waddling andflapping their wings which in turn sent down feathers floating in

the air! It was hilarious.

Farmer Huang came back just in time to catch hold of the boy.He then went after the ducks. He made a funny quacking sound

and the ducks began to come to him. He happily put themback

into their cages, changed the punctured tyre and drove off ...leaving the boy in the hands of the school principal.

Fire! Fire !The moon had gone behind a cloud and there weren't many stars

in the sky. It was a dark night. I saw a glow in my neighbour's

kitchen. I thought he was having a midnight snack so I went backto my bed.

Soon, there was a burning smell in the air and I suspected

something was wrong. At once, I jumped out of bed and went

downstairs to investigate. I saw fire coming out of myneighbour's kitchen. Instinctively, I shouted "Fire! Fire!" But

there was no one nearby to hear my shouts for help.
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I rushed into my house, called the Fire Department and went

back to my neighbour's house. I rang the doorbell, banged on thedoor and called out my neighbour's name but there was no

response. I managed to break into the house and rescued a catand a rabbit.

I tried to throw buckets of water through the kitchen window

but it was no use; the fire was too strong. Luckily, a fire enginearrived and the firemen put out the fire. They arrived in the nick

of time as the fire was going to spread to the other rooms in the

house.

When my neighbour came back, he was sad because his kitchen

was a wreck but he thanked me for calling the Fire Departmentand for saving his pets. He wanted to give me some money as a

reward but I did not accept it.

Weeks later, my neighbour repaired and restored his kitchen. Heinvited me to his new kitchen and there he gave me a medal that

he had specially ordered from a factory. It made me very happy.

The big family in the little house

Vladimir does not know what to do. He has a big family

And he lives in a little house. He is not very happy

One day he goes to town. He talks to a wise woman

"please help me," he says. "my wife and I have six

children

We live in a very little house. Eight people in a few

rooms! We cannot live in this way

The wise woman listens. She closes her eyes for aminute


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Then she asks, "how many animals do you have

" we have eight animals. We have a horse, a cow

two pigs, and four chickens, "says vladimir

"good. Go home now," says the wise woman

"take all your animals into the house with you

" our animals!" says Vladimir. He goes home and does

what the wise woman tells him. The next week

he goes back to the wise woman

"this is very bad!" he says. "The animals eat our food

They fill all the rooms. They sleep in our beds

The wise woman closes her eyes a gain. Then she tells

Vladimir, "now go home. Take the animals out of thehouse

Vladimir goes home. He takes the animals out of the

house

The next day, he goes back to the wise woman

This time he is happy .

"thank you, thank you, "he says. "it's very different

without the animals. Now we can eat. Now we can

sleepNow we like our house. Thank you for your help

You are a very wise woman!"[]

The turtle and the ducks

The turtle was not very happy. "here I am on the ground

"he said. "I cannot go fast. I always see the same

things

I see only the ground and the grass. Poor, poor me

Then the turtle looked up at the sky. "look at those

birds

" he said. "they go many places. They see many things

I want to be a bird. I want to fly, tooTwo ducks stopped near the turtle


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"oh, ducks, "asked the turtle. "what can I do? I want to

go far places. I want to see the world

"I think we can help you," said the ducks

"can you?" asked the turtle. "how?"

"you can fly with us to Africa or to America. You can

see

mountains, oceans, and cities all things you want to

see

"but how can I fly?" asked the turtle

"with astick," said the ducks." We can hold the stick in

our mouths. And you must hold on with your mouth

And that's what they did. They went up in the air. Theywent

many miles. The turtle saw many new things. He saw a

city

and lots of people

Some people looked up. "a turtle in the air!" they said

"run, run to the queen. There is a flying turtle. She must

see it

The queen came out to see the turtle." where is itShe asked. "here! Can't you see me?" called the turtle

But when he opened his mouth, he fell to the ground

And there, in front of the queen and all the people, he

died

A SMART MOTHER

THIS IS TASHA.SHE HAS SIX PUPIES.TASHALIVES WITH GRAY.GRAY LIVES IN CLAIFORNIA.

IT IS RAINING IN CLAIFORNIA.IT IS RAININGHARD


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.WATER IS IN THE STREETS. WATER IS IN THEHOUSES.

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.

.............................

NEIGHBORS

JACK AND ANN ARE MARRIED

. THEY ARE NOT HAPPY TOGTHER. WHY NOT?

THEY ARE VERY DIFFERENT


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. 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.

........................................

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.


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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.

.......................................

MR. AND MRS. ZIMMER ARE IN A VAN

WITH THEIR THREE CHILDREN.

THEY ARE DRIVING FROM CALIFORNIA TO

OREGON.


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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.

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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.


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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,


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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 I ll ustrations for Youth Talks by Wayne Rice.

Copyright 1994 by Youth Special ties, 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 onlywindow.

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


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sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all

the things he could see outside the window. 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 descriptive 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 window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making surehe 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


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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 window. The nurse responded that

the man was blind and could not even see the wall. She said, "Perhaps he justwanted 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,


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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

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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


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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.

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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.


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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 fr iend...Jack G...1940-1953...

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