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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 THE

BIKE