Little Barry

[Bigjeeze]

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: "Mum, I want a bike for my birthday."

 

 

Little Barry was a bit of a troublemaker. He had got 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 again.

 

 

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