In a desert land, at the edge of an ancient, dried-up riverbed, the king sank a deep well for any and all who needed its water.
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Saturday, May 31, 2008
A Watered Place
by Brad Beals
In a land without rain or even the occasional cloud to shade the sun, there lived a family—a father and mother, a son and daughter. They lived in a little clay and stone house that sat in the shelter of a rocky bluff, and they drew their water from a well at the edge of a dried-up riverbed below...
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Old Things New
by Brad Beals
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Once upon a time, in a land that had long ago been under the rule of the Great King, three friends—Rock, Cedar, and Oak Tree—shared the top of a high, wind-swept hill.
Now, Rock was actually a boulder, a great, round, old, flatish thing that lay contentedly between his two friends. Rock couldn't imagine a day in which life might be different and didn't try to, for no matter the wind, rain, cold, or heat, Rock never budged, not an inch.
Cedar was also old, but in a tree kind of old (even the oldest tree, you'll recall, is younger by far than any rock). He was thin and sparse—branchless actually—but taller than any tree in the valley. Cedar chose to spend his days looking as far as he could in all directions for the storm that was bound to come and blow him over once and for all.
And like his friends, Oak Tree was old as well, so old in fact that he no longer came into leaf in the spring or dropped acorns in fall, nor could he even remember doing so, those things being so far behind. But unlike Rock who never imagined that these days would ever change, and unlike Cedar who was sure that the next storm would be his last, Oak Tree was not afraid to dream...
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The Water Pump
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A traveling salesman, parched from hot days on a dusty road, stopped at an old farmhouse and knocked on the door.
"Yes?" said the man who answered.
"Might I bother you for a drink of water?" asked the salesman.
"Of course you might," replied the man. "Come with me."
So he followed the man to the back of the house where a rusty iron pump sat on the wooden porch. The man pulled and pushed on the handle for some time, but no water came. The man did not seem concerned at this, and without saying a word he picked up a pail, walked to the woods behind the house, and disappeared...
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Road to the Sea
by Brad Beals
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Once, a family packed all of their things into a covered wagon and set out in a more-or-less westerly direction to cross the land and to begin a new life by the sea.
They had not gone far in their journey when the father stopped the wagon and said gravely, "The bridge is out." And sure enough, far up the road, it could be seen by all that the bridge over the river had been washed away.
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The Left Foot Says, Glory!
by Brad Beals
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A man walked to the City of the King. His children, a boy and a girl, walked with him. The road was long, and the entire length of it--in this direction at least--slanted upward toward the city, which sat high on a hill.
One day, where the road was particularly steep, the sky went dark, and it began to rain...
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Friday, May 23, 2008
Easy to Miss
by Brad Beals
A young man living in the wide, open country received a telegram. This is what it read:
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A young man living in the wide, open country received a telegram. This is what it read:
Meet me at the station today in the city.
with love,
Your father
Happily, the man stepped onto a train. As it approached the station in the city, he looked out the window but did not see his father standing there as he had hoped. When he stepped off and looked up and down the platform, and inside the station house, he could find him nowhere. So the man sat down on a bench and spent the rest of the day watching the people come and go...
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Desire's Answer
by Brad Beals
A baby newly born said to his mother, "Mother, I am cold. What is that for?"
The mother answered, "You are cold because there is a thing called warmth. Let me hold you in my arms by the fireside, and then you will know what warmth is."
A baby newly born said to his mother, "Mother, I am cold. What is that for?"
The mother answered, "You are cold because there is a thing called warmth. Let me hold you in my arms by the fireside, and then you will know what warmth is."
So the baby lay in his mother's arms, and soon enough he found that his mother had been right, for he was warm.
Then after a little while he said to her, "Mother, I am hungry. What is that for?"
The mother answered, "You are hungry because there is such a thing as food. Take some milk, and soon your stomach will be full, and then you will know what food is."
So the baby took the food from his mother and found again that his mother had been right, for his stomach was full.
After he had eaten, the baby said to her, "Mother, my eyes want to close. What is that for?"
The mother answered, "Your eyes are closing because there is something called sleep. Lie here on my lap and close your eyes, and when you awake you will be rested, and then you will know what sleep is."
So the baby lay on his mother's lap and closed his eyes, and soon enough he found again that his mother had been right, for when he awoke he was well rested.
And it seemed to the mother that her child had everything he needed to be happy. But that evening, the baby said to her, "Mother, I have a desire. What is that for?"
Not knowing what her child wanted, the mother asked, "Is your desire for warmth?"
"No. I have felt your arms and the heat of the fire, and now I know what warmth is," said the baby.
"Then is your desire for food?" asked the mother.
"No. I have eaten and filled my stomach, and now I know what food is," said the baby.
"Is your desire for sleep then?" asked the mother.
"No. I have closed my eyes and rested, and now I know what sleep is," said the baby.
The mother wanted very much to satisfy her child, but still she did not know what he wanted. "Please, child, tell me. What is this something that you desire?"
And the baby answered, "It is not something that I desire, but someone, someone whom I have never seen."
But the mother did not believe in anything she couldn't see, so she said to her baby, "My son, that desire has no answer. Quiet yourself, and when you are older it will go away."
And so the baby kept quiet, and when he was older he found that his mother had been right again, for the desire did go away, and it bothered him no more.
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Soldier, Pilgrim, Servant
by Brad Beals
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A soldier walked the road to the city of the King. He had just fought a battle and was weary. Soon he was joined by a pilgrim.
"Are you wounded?" asked Pilgrim.
"No," said Soldier, "but I am tired, for the enemy nearly won the day."
"I will walk with you," said Pilgrim.
"There will be other battles, you understand, and you will see terrible things," said Soldier.
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Tractor and the Hammer
by Brad Beals
It was true. There was a new arrival in the tool shed, and absolutely everyone was in a dither over it. The smaller tools—screwdrivers, wrenches, pliers, and such—whispered nervously. Hack and Handsaw, as usual, were arguing as if no one else were in the room. And in one dark corner, trying very much to look like they didn't care, Shovel and Post-digger murmured low, like bees in August...
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It was true. There was a new arrival in the tool shed, and absolutely everyone was in a dither over it. The smaller tools—screwdrivers, wrenches, pliers, and such—whispered nervously. Hack and Handsaw, as usual, were arguing as if no one else were in the room. And in one dark corner, trying very much to look like they didn't care, Shovel and Post-digger murmured low, like bees in August...
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Fool
by Brad Beals
It was in the middle of a long winter that the King declared a jubilee. He opened the storehouse of his castle and invited all in the kingdom to take whatever was needed.
Inside the castle, a crowd of men and women, boys and girls waited to enter one of the storehouse rooms. The door to it was wide, and through it a steady stream of people entered—empty handed—and left, their pockets and satchels stuffed full.
An old woman there recognized the man standing next to her and said hello to him. "This line is long," she added. "I hope there is enough food for everyone."
But the man did not answer. For over the open door, written in a language he did not know, was a single word, and he was staring at it so intently that he did not hear her question...
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It was in the middle of a long winter that the King declared a jubilee. He opened the storehouse of his castle and invited all in the kingdom to take whatever was needed.
Inside the castle, a crowd of men and women, boys and girls waited to enter one of the storehouse rooms. The door to it was wide, and through it a steady stream of people entered—empty handed—and left, their pockets and satchels stuffed full.
An old woman there recognized the man standing next to her and said hello to him. "This line is long," she added. "I hope there is enough food for everyone."
But the man did not answer. For over the open door, written in a language he did not know, was a single word, and he was staring at it so intently that he did not hear her question...
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Dinner at the House of Prayer
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At the house of prayer a group of friends sat down for dinner. At one end of the table was Habit. To his right was Worry, and then Impatience. There was Babble at the far end, and on his right were Whim and Near-Sighted. The table was large, so there were empty chairs here and there. And the house was a busy place, so that one never really knew who might stop by to round out the guest list.
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Wednesday, May 21, 2008
Flying Lessons
by Brad Beals
Once upon a time, in a shady wood, there lived a swift who was known far and wide for being the fastest and best flyer in all of the land. But this had not always been so; for once, on a perfectly warm summer day, our young swift fell from his nest into a little copse of elderberry trees, and there, there on the ground he stayed; for he had never bothered with learning to fly...
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Once upon a time, in a shady wood, there lived a swift who was known far and wide for being the fastest and best flyer in all of the land. But this had not always been so; for once, on a perfectly warm summer day, our young swift fell from his nest into a little copse of elderberry trees, and there, there on the ground he stayed; for he had never bothered with learning to fly...
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Fitting Field
by Brad Beals
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A young man married a young woman and moved from his father’s house to build his own. He prospered, but as his family grew, he found that his own land was not enough to meet his needs.
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The Well
by Brad Beals
Once upon a time, in the land of the Great King, there lived a well, a very old, very tired well. In the morning of each day, when the sun had climbed up from the trees in the east, a snake would come and warm himself on the well's stones. In the afternoon, a bird would come to bathe in the well's bucket, perching on its edge while his feathers dried. And every evening the lady of the farm would come to draw the well's water for her pigs, because the water in this well was good for nothing else...
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Once upon a time, in the land of the Great King, there lived a well, a very old, very tired well. In the morning of each day, when the sun had climbed up from the trees in the east, a snake would come and warm himself on the well's stones. In the afternoon, a bird would come to bathe in the well's bucket, perching on its edge while his feathers dried. And every evening the lady of the farm would come to draw the well's water for her pigs, because the water in this well was good for nothing else...
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Monday, May 12, 2008
Ring of Truth
by Brad Beals
Once upon a time, a young prince set out on a quest for truth. He crossed mountains and rivers, deserts and seas. He searched towns and cities, hamlets and abbeys, but no one was able to show him anything that satisfied. Of course, part of the problem was that not even the prince was sure of what he was looking for. But he was sure of this: that when he heard the ring of truth, he would know it...
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Once upon a time, a young prince set out on a quest for truth. He crossed mountains and rivers, deserts and seas. He searched towns and cities, hamlets and abbeys, but no one was able to show him anything that satisfied. Of course, part of the problem was that not even the prince was sure of what he was looking for. But he was sure of this: that when he heard the ring of truth, he would know it...
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Higher
by Brad Beals
At the top of a boxwood tree, which sat right between a thick wood and a cornfield, there lived a squirrel. And at the foot of the same tree, where it grew from a sandy bank, there lived a rabbit.
One day Rabbit said to Squirrel, "What are you doing?" He asked this because it appeared to Rabbit that Squirrel was emptying his nest.
"I'm emptying my nest," said Squirrel.
"I can see that," replied Rabbit. "What I should have asked was why are you emptying your nest?"
"Because I'm moving," answered Squirrel.
"I see."
Rabbits are not the brightest of animals. And for this one, holding onto a thought for any good measure of time was often more work than he cared to do, so having quite forgotten what they'd been talking about, Rabbit moved on to other things. "Did you hear the news?"
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At the top of a boxwood tree, which sat right between a thick wood and a cornfield, there lived a squirrel. And at the foot of the same tree, where it grew from a sandy bank, there lived a rabbit.
One day Rabbit said to Squirrel, "What are you doing?" He asked this because it appeared to Rabbit that Squirrel was emptying his nest.
"I'm emptying my nest," said Squirrel.
"I can see that," replied Rabbit. "What I should have asked was why are you emptying your nest?"
"Because I'm moving," answered Squirrel.
"I see."
Rabbits are not the brightest of animals. And for this one, holding onto a thought for any good measure of time was often more work than he cared to do, so having quite forgotten what they'd been talking about, Rabbit moved on to other things. "Did you hear the news?"
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The Old Man With the Big Stick
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"Here comes another," said the angel to the one beside him. The two sat on a hillside. A path—not steep but so very long that neither could see the bottom end of it—ran up the hill, past the bench on which the angels sat, up and up until it disappeared over the top. And beyond that were the very gates of Heaven itself.
"He's a strong one, from the looks of him," answered the second angel.
The angels were watching a young man in his prime climbing the hill. But it was not long before they could see that he was not moving with the easy step that one expects of the young and strong.
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"Here comes another," said the angel to the one beside him. The two sat on a hillside. A path—not steep but so very long that neither could see the bottom end of it—ran up the hill, past the bench on which the angels sat, up and up until it disappeared over the top. And beyond that were the very gates of Heaven itself.
"He's a strong one, from the looks of him," answered the second angel.
The angels were watching a young man in his prime climbing the hill. But it was not long before they could see that he was not moving with the easy step that one expects of the young and strong.
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A Sure Foundation
by Brad Beals
At the edge of a wood there lay a floor of stone and mortar—solid and square, and level as a millpond. It sat in the sun and the wind, and sometimes the rain and the snow. And in the middle of that stone floor, on a rusting, over-turned pail, there sat a young man.
One day an old man stopped at the floor of stone and mortar and said to the man sitting there, "Good morning, friend. I've just built a home on the other side of the wood. If you cared to join me, we could drink coffee while we sit and stare into the fire?" To this, the young man said nothing, but he nodded in a friendly manner as both a thank-you and a yes, and the two walked to the other side of the wood...
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At the edge of a wood there lay a floor of stone and mortar—solid and square, and level as a millpond. It sat in the sun and the wind, and sometimes the rain and the snow. And in the middle of that stone floor, on a rusting, over-turned pail, there sat a young man.
One day an old man stopped at the floor of stone and mortar and said to the man sitting there, "Good morning, friend. I've just built a home on the other side of the wood. If you cared to join me, we could drink coffee while we sit and stare into the fire?" To this, the young man said nothing, but he nodded in a friendly manner as both a thank-you and a yes, and the two walked to the other side of the wood...
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The Straight and Narrow
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There lived a mouse, once, who had grown too big for the little thicket in which he lived. So one night, he set his heart and all the things that are pulled along with it beyond the meadow that surrounded his home, and onto the forest, which lay in a long, green band atop the faraway hills in the West.
Mouse began his adventure in the usual way - by waiting. He sat under a hawthorn bush at the edge of his thicket and watched a small cloud that seemed as if it might have a mind to come cover the moon. For crossing a meadow in broad moonlight is no simple thing for a mouse, and this meadow held dangers at every step. These were what Mouse thought of as he waited to see what the cloud would do...
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There lived a mouse, once, who had grown too big for the little thicket in which he lived. So one night, he set his heart and all the things that are pulled along with it beyond the meadow that surrounded his home, and onto the forest, which lay in a long, green band atop the faraway hills in the West.
Mouse began his adventure in the usual way - by waiting. He sat under a hawthorn bush at the edge of his thicket and watched a small cloud that seemed as if it might have a mind to come cover the moon. For crossing a meadow in broad moonlight is no simple thing for a mouse, and this meadow held dangers at every step. These were what Mouse thought of as he waited to see what the cloud would do...
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Ogres and Obstinate Mules
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Once upon a time, there lived a little girl whose name was Lizzie. She lived in a cottage in the forest with her mother and brothers.
Now, Lizzie and her family had a problem: they had not a dime to speak of, and a portly little man from the bank had promised to turn them out if a debt were not paid by month's end. So they sold their cow and pig and all that was not absolutely necessary for living, which was just about everything but the four walls and the roof and an obstinate mule that no one would buy. But the money they received was not nearly enough, and it seemed very likely that they would soon be without a home...
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Once upon a time, there lived a little girl whose name was Lizzie. She lived in a cottage in the forest with her mother and brothers.
Now, Lizzie and her family had a problem: they had not a dime to speak of, and a portly little man from the bank had promised to turn them out if a debt were not paid by month's end. So they sold their cow and pig and all that was not absolutely necessary for living, which was just about everything but the four walls and the roof and an obstinate mule that no one would buy. But the money they received was not nearly enough, and it seemed very likely that they would soon be without a home...
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The Better Road
by Brad Beals
A father put a hand out for his son to take, and when the son had taken it, the two of them began to walk.
Out of the little house.
Out of the little village in the hills.
And onto the road that would take them to the City of the King and a wedding feast by the sea.
The boy had been to the city many times, so each bend, each dip in the road was familiar to him. Trees, hills, streams, and fields were signposts marking the distance. Even some of the rocks in the road, the larger ones that didn't wash away with the spring rains, were as friendly as faces. And as the boy walked the familiar way to the city, and as the day brightened, he began to feel older than he had ever felt before.
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A father put a hand out for his son to take, and when the son had taken it, the two of them began to walk.
Out of the little house.
Out of the little village in the hills.
And onto the road that would take them to the City of the King and a wedding feast by the sea.
The boy had been to the city many times, so each bend, each dip in the road was familiar to him. Trees, hills, streams, and fields were signposts marking the distance. Even some of the rocks in the road, the larger ones that didn't wash away with the spring rains, were as friendly as faces. And as the boy walked the familiar way to the city, and as the day brightened, he began to feel older than he had ever felt before.
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Rainbows
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Once, long ago, there lived a prince who loved the world's bright colors so much that he turned his back on the kingdom that he might someday have ruled and set out to lay hold of—what else?—a rainbow. But he quickly found the task a difficult one.
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Once, long ago, there lived a prince who loved the world's bright colors so much that he turned his back on the kingdom that he might someday have ruled and set out to lay hold of—what else?—a rainbow. But he quickly found the task a difficult one.
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Weed
by Brad Beals
Once, a boy set out alone for the City of the King, but he very quickly lost his way. So he did the first thing that lost boys do: he sat with his back to a tree, and he cried.
But before the tears had even wetted his shirt collar, he heard through the woods a faint sound, and then another. The sounds were sharp and carried a familiar ring. He followed, and as he did, the sounds grew clearer. Soon, they were coming as steady as the ticking of a clock. And then the boy's sadness at finding himself lost was all but gone, for he'd heard these sounds before, and as everyone knows, there is nothing like the familiar for bringing comfort...
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Once, a boy set out alone for the City of the King, but he very quickly lost his way. So he did the first thing that lost boys do: he sat with his back to a tree, and he cried.
But before the tears had even wetted his shirt collar, he heard through the woods a faint sound, and then another. The sounds were sharp and carried a familiar ring. He followed, and as he did, the sounds grew clearer. Soon, they were coming as steady as the ticking of a clock. And then the boy's sadness at finding himself lost was all but gone, for he'd heard these sounds before, and as everyone knows, there is nothing like the familiar for bringing comfort...
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Daily Bread
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A crowd of customers was gathered at the Daily Bread store taking numbers and shouting out orders, when one of them, a lady, said to the angel behind the counter, "I would take love, if you had any."
"Love?" said the angel. "I'm afraid we don't carry that."
"Do you have joy, then?" asked the lady.
"I'm sorry. No joy, either," said the angel. "Is there something else I can get for you?"
"There's a lot more, actually," she said, "but I don't see any of it here. I must be at the wrong store..."
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A crowd of customers was gathered at the Daily Bread store taking numbers and shouting out orders, when one of them, a lady, said to the angel behind the counter, "I would take love, if you had any."
"Love?" said the angel. "I'm afraid we don't carry that."
"Do you have joy, then?" asked the lady.
"I'm sorry. No joy, either," said the angel. "Is there something else I can get for you?"
"There's a lot more, actually," she said, "but I don't see any of it here. I must be at the wrong store..."
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The Thieving Particulars
by Brad Beals
Billy Bob Best, Bobby Jim Best, and Jimmy Dean Best—the Best brothers, as they were called—lived with their pa on a farm and raised just such things as you might imagine when thinking of farms: chickens and goats and pigs and cows and corn and alfalfa and pumpkins in the fall and potatoes in the spring and all the garden truck commensurate with good soil and a knack for growing things. They worked hard, and when anyone so inclined set forth comparing the Bests with other farmers, he would generally find them a portion longer or higher or wider depending on mode of measure.
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Billy Bob Best, Bobby Jim Best, and Jimmy Dean Best—the Best brothers, as they were called—lived with their pa on a farm and raised just such things as you might imagine when thinking of farms: chickens and goats and pigs and cows and corn and alfalfa and pumpkins in the fall and potatoes in the spring and all the garden truck commensurate with good soil and a knack for growing things. They worked hard, and when anyone so inclined set forth comparing the Bests with other farmers, he would generally find them a portion longer or higher or wider depending on mode of measure.
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Ask, Seek, Knock
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In a drafty little cottage that sat on a sparse, flat acre of land there lived a girl. Her name was Louisa, and she was as bold as a lion. This fact gave her parents amusement on some days, and consternation on others.
One day, her father walked to the castle on the hill to ask the Lord for a loaf of bread. Out of curiosity, Louisa followed, though secretly. She stood in the shadows and watched as the castle's heavy door creaked open to reveal a tall, wise-looking old man. His eyes were bright, and he seemed to her as if he might like to smile.
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In a drafty little cottage that sat on a sparse, flat acre of land there lived a girl. Her name was Louisa, and she was as bold as a lion. This fact gave her parents amusement on some days, and consternation on others.
One day, her father walked to the castle on the hill to ask the Lord for a loaf of bread. Out of curiosity, Louisa followed, though secretly. She stood in the shadows and watched as the castle's heavy door creaked open to reveal a tall, wise-looking old man. His eyes were bright, and he seemed to her as if he might like to smile.
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Friday, May 9, 2008
Devil at the Door
by Brad Beals
Not long ago at all, in a neighborhood very near to where you are now, the Devil stood on the porch of a small house. And there in the bright light of a summer afternoon, he knocked, knocked, knocked at the door.
"Who's there?" said a small voice from inside the small house. It was the voice of a child, the youngest of a variety of boys who lived here.
"It is only I, the Devil," said the Devil...
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Not long ago at all, in a neighborhood very near to where you are now, the Devil stood on the porch of a small house. And there in the bright light of a summer afternoon, he knocked, knocked, knocked at the door.
"Who's there?" said a small voice from inside the small house. It was the voice of a child, the youngest of a variety of boys who lived here.
"It is only I, the Devil," said the Devil...
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A Light On a Hill
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A man set out on a long journey. He walked alone and was often cold, often hungry. Sometimes he was both.
One night, he saw in the distance a warm, golden light shining into the darkness, shining from the windows of a small cottage on a hill. The man walked a winding path to the house where he knocked on the door, took a step back, and held his hat in his hands...
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A man set out on a long journey. He walked alone and was often cold, often hungry. Sometimes he was both.
One night, he saw in the distance a warm, golden light shining into the darkness, shining from the windows of a small cottage on a hill. The man walked a winding path to the house where he knocked on the door, took a step back, and held his hat in his hands...
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The Fence
by Brad Beals
The road that connected the little village to the city of the King was a lazy, meandering affair that had once followed a stream flowing between the hills of a wide, green countryside. And while the stream had dried up long ago, the road and the meandering remained.
Actually, this was not a road as you might imagine but two paths running next to each other the entire distance with an old fieldstone fence between them. The land was full of sheep—yours, mine, our neighbor's—and because it was also full of stones, fieldstone fences of just this kind were plentiful...
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The road that connected the little village to the city of the King was a lazy, meandering affair that had once followed a stream flowing between the hills of a wide, green countryside. And while the stream had dried up long ago, the road and the meandering remained.
Actually, this was not a road as you might imagine but two paths running next to each other the entire distance with an old fieldstone fence between them. The land was full of sheep—yours, mine, our neighbor's—and because it was also full of stones, fieldstone fences of just this kind were plentiful...
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The Wine Cart
by Brad Beals
In the high country of the Great King, where the land begins to roll and rise toward the mountains, there lived a young and enterprising wine grower. Each year he would gather his harvest of fat, red grapes, crush them in the pressing vats, and make his wine ready for market.
One day in the bright middle of spring, the wine grower set out with a very special cargo of wine, an enormous barrel of his finest; this carried on a small cart; the cart pulled by a stout mule. What made it special was that this barrel was going not to the market as it did in other years, but to the King's castle, for the wine grower had been chosen to provide the year's wine for the King's own table...
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In the high country of the Great King, where the land begins to roll and rise toward the mountains, there lived a young and enterprising wine grower. Each year he would gather his harvest of fat, red grapes, crush them in the pressing vats, and make his wine ready for market.
One day in the bright middle of spring, the wine grower set out with a very special cargo of wine, an enormous barrel of his finest; this carried on a small cart; the cart pulled by a stout mule. What made it special was that this barrel was going not to the market as it did in other years, but to the King's castle, for the wine grower had been chosen to provide the year's wine for the King's own table...
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Rain
by Brad Beals
Two drops of water sat side-by-side in a rain cloud when one said to the other, "What a view we have from here! It's a shame we'll have to give it up."
"You're quite right," said the other drop. "There's no better place to be."
"Though I suppose we must fall," added the first. "And since we must, I hope to hit that river. It will surely lead on to the ocean, and being part of an ocean is no small thing, don't you think?" The second drop of water was always concerned that he should be a part of no small thing.
But the other drop didn't answer. He was not being impolite but was looking so intently at the ground below that he did not hear. The first took this as fear, but he was dead wrong about that...
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Two drops of water sat side-by-side in a rain cloud when one said to the other, "What a view we have from here! It's a shame we'll have to give it up."
"You're quite right," said the other drop. "There's no better place to be."
"Though I suppose we must fall," added the first. "And since we must, I hope to hit that river. It will surely lead on to the ocean, and being part of an ocean is no small thing, don't you think?" The second drop of water was always concerned that he should be a part of no small thing.
But the other drop didn't answer. He was not being impolite but was looking so intently at the ground below that he did not hear. The first took this as fear, but he was dead wrong about that...
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The Otter and the Groundhog
by Brad Beals
On a perfectly ordinary morning by the sea, Groundhog said to Otter, "Why don't you leave the ocean and come live with me in the hills?"
At this, Otter looked to the hills and to the great mountain behind them, and it was not hard for him to imagine what marvelous things might lie on the other side of it all.
"I have never been very far from the ocean," he said to Groundhog after some thought. "But then, I have never been very far into it either." And at that moment it seemed to Otter that his life until then had been quite small. "I will," he said to Groundhog. "I will leave the ocean."
And so Otter packed his few things and left the ocean to see what the land had for him.
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On a perfectly ordinary morning by the sea, Groundhog said to Otter, "Why don't you leave the ocean and come live with me in the hills?"
At this, Otter looked to the hills and to the great mountain behind them, and it was not hard for him to imagine what marvelous things might lie on the other side of it all.
"I have never been very far from the ocean," he said to Groundhog after some thought. "But then, I have never been very far into it either." And at that moment it seemed to Otter that his life until then had been quite small. "I will," he said to Groundhog. "I will leave the ocean."
And so Otter packed his few things and left the ocean to see what the land had for him.
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A Tale of Two Trees
by Brad Beals
A long while back, in the King's own garden, there stood side by side two trees, an apple tree named Apple Tree and a lemon tree named Lemon Tree. Between them ran a narrow path down which little girls would skip and little boys would tumble.
One day, as Apple Tree and Lemon Tree were talking, a little girl came skipping down the path. Stopping suddenly, she looked up at Lemon Tree and said, "My, what a pretty tree!" She then continued on her way.
"Don't mind her," said Lemon Tree, who knew very well how sensitive her friend could be. "Girls are silly."
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A long while back, in the King's own garden, there stood side by side two trees, an apple tree named Apple Tree and a lemon tree named Lemon Tree. Between them ran a narrow path down which little girls would skip and little boys would tumble.
One day, as Apple Tree and Lemon Tree were talking, a little girl came skipping down the path. Stopping suddenly, she looked up at Lemon Tree and said, "My, what a pretty tree!" She then continued on her way.
"Don't mind her," said Lemon Tree, who knew very well how sensitive her friend could be. "Girls are silly."
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