little leroy

[misskellibad1]

Little Leroy 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 Leroy was a bit of a troublemaker. He had gotten into trouble

at school and at home. Leroy's mother asked him if he thought he

deserved to get a bike for his birthday. Little Leroy, of course,

thought he did.

Leroy's mother, being a Christian woman, wanted him to reflect on his

behavior over the last year and write a letter to God and tell him why

he deserved a bike for his birthday. Little Leroy 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,

Leroy.

Leroy 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 Leroy. I have been a pretty good boy this year,

and I would like a red bike for my birthday. Thank you,

Leroy.

Leroy 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, Leroy.

Leroy knew he could not send this letter to God either, so he wrote

another

letter

LETTER 4:

Dear 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 red bike for my birthday.

Thank you,

Leroy.

Leroy knew, even if it was true, this letter was not going to get him

a bike. By now, Leroy was very upset. He went downstairs and told his

mother he wanted to go to church. Leroy's mother thought her plan had

worked because Leroy looked very sad.

"Just be home in time for dinner," his mother said.

Leroy 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. Leroy began to write his letter to God.

LETTER 5:

I'VE GOT YOUR MAMA. IF YOU WANT TO SEE HER AGAIN, SEND THE BIKE.

Signed,

YOU KNOW WHO.

[piaqt]

"Hey Leroy!"

"What?"

"Your mama. She's calling you, man."

[MSNwar]

w00t Too Good