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
cold 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! !!!!!!!!