the toy

little tim saw on the tv a rider on a bike. he said thats they best thing and he wanted a rider on a bike toy. then one day, his mom brought him to the mall and there, at the far end, little tim got attracted one corner. he quickly ran to the corner and he saw what he wanted - a rider on a bike plastic toy. thats the exact one that i want to have, thought little tim. he wanted it so badly, he asked his mom hoping that she would buy it for him. it was a few dollars, so she agreed to get it.

on christmas morning, like how every little children in the world would rush down to the christmas tree to find their presents, little tim rushed as fast as he could to be the first to open. he found his present and he opened it. it was the exact rider on the bike plastic toy that little tim wanted from the mall he saw the other day. he was jumping up and down, smiling from ear to ear, playing with it as though it was really racing around the house. that was the best present that he has gotten that year.

his older brother, john, went towards him, grabbed the toy from him. looking, inspecting and shaking little tim's precious toy. he pushed the toy back to little tim saying, 'silly you', with a dissapointed tone. 'mom wanted to get you a bigger and better rider toy. but since you insisted that you wanted this silly plastic toy, you've missed out the better one.'

[ story told by my mum.. to ponder. ]

"The LORD is my shepherd, I shall not be in want.
He makes me lie down in green pastures, he leads me beside quiet waters.." psalms 23