The Boy and the Stick

It’s hard to imagine a boy so happy with a 1-inch thick crooked dead tree-dropping, but for this boy, it was a key to unlock the world! It was a gun to fight off pirates, a boomerang to throw at game. It was a sword to rescue damsels. It was for drawing pictures in the dirt. He didn’t have anything else in the world, but with this stick, he felt like a king with a scepter in his hands.

One day the boy was walking by a garbage can and saw a stuffed animal someone had discarded. The boy plucked it out and made it his friend. Later that year his parents made more money, and at Christmas he got a pair of roller skates, and for his birthday the next year, he got a cool remote control car. Well, this boy was so happy with his new toys he left his stick by the back door of his house behind the window sill in it’s secret hiding spot.

The boy got older, and his toys got more sophisticated. He eventually he had grown old enough to get a job, so he could buy more expensive toys: A Four-wheeler, a computer, a phone. And by this point you’d think the boy with the stick had everything he wanted. Nope. He was an adult, he had the car he wanted, the friends he wanted, and was dating a girl, but he always wanted more. Only when he had more, would he be happy.

Then one day the unthinkable happened: He was the victim of identity theft. All his money was gone, and he went back to his parents’ house empty handed. They gave him his old room, with his old toys. none of them seemed to matter anymore. He went outside and sat on the back doorstep and suddenly remembered what was to his right as he was looking out into the woods: his secret hiding place. In a moment of nostalgic curiosity he looked and saw it: his old stick he played with as a boy.

It’s hard to imagine an adult so puzzled by the memories flooding back at holding a simple 1-inch-thick crooked dead tree-dropping, but the feelings came back and this time he knew what they were. He walked back into the house with his old stick which by now had rotted through, so it would break easily, and took it to his bedroom. After a little while, he settled into the feeling he had forgotten with every new toy. He remembered.

The key to the world isn’t owning everything, but truly appreciating the one thing that is truly yours.

Now, the world was his once again.

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Fairy Tale: Trouble, Price, and Ransom

Once upon a time, there was a boy and a girl walking down the King’s Highway leading to their parents’ house.

As they walked along a white fence, they saw a mysterious forest on the other side.

The boy said to the girl, “Hey! Let’s check out the forest!”

The girl said, “But there’s a fence, and we might get lost.”

The boy said, “We won’t get lost. All we gotta do is hop the fence. It’ll be fun!”

“Well, okay.” The girl said and followed her brother into the woods.

They walked inside the forest and encountered some very friendly squirrels and beautiful flowers, when all of a sudden:

boom, Boom, BOom, BOOm, BOOM!

Someone was coming.

They climbed up into a tree thick with leaves through which they couldn’t see who was coming.

On the noise came. BOOM BOOM BOOM!

Then it stopped. All was quiet until they heard.

*Sniff Sniff Sniff*

Suddenly, two large hands, each one the size of the child, reached out and grabbed them through the branches

As the enormous hands yanked them out of the tree by their shirt collars a grizzly enormous face met them. It was a giant.

“You are trespassing. Now, you are my prisoners.”

So the two children were brought back to the Castle and thrown in the dark dungeon.

“You will stay here forever as my slaves.” The giant thundered as the door crashed closed.

The next day the Son of the King who owned the highway saw a pair of small tracks leading off the path into the Giant’s Woods. He tracked them all the way to the tree where the Giant found them, and knew what had happened. He tracked the Giant’s footprints to his castle and said, “Great Giant?!”

The Giant boomed out of his door and said, “Who are you?”

“I am the Son of the King of these lands. You have two children you brought with you to this dungeon. Let them go!”

“I will not release them. They trespassed!”

“What price do you demand for their freedom?”

The giant had always hated the King, and here he had his son within his grasp. He smiled as he said,

“I will only release them if you will come and be my slave forever in this place!”

The Prince thought for a moment and said, “Very well. Let it be as you say.”

The children were dragged roughly out of the dark dungeon into the light of day and thrown out the door. The Prince helped them up and said, “Go! Go!”

The children ran through the woods without looking back, and ran all the way home and told their Mom and Dad what had happened.

Little did they know that the King of the Highway had a huge army, and when his son went missing into the forest, he sent his army to besiege the giant’s castle. They slew the Giant and the Prince was set free.

Now the Prince after he was released went straight to the house of the two children, and asked their parents if he could see them. They said, “Of course, Your Majesty.”

The Children were overjoyed to see their rescuer again, and they ran up to him!

“The Giant who held you prisoner has been slain, and all his lands now belong to me as a gift from my father the King. You may come and visit those woods anytime.”

The Children did visit the woods and castle. As they grew up they helped the Prince clean it up, so it was fit for the Prince to live in some day. When the Prince was crowned King, they each became officials in his royal court, and they all lived happily ever after.

The End