There
was a little boy visiting his grandparents on their farm. He was given a
slingshot to play with, out in the woods. He practiced in the woods,
but he could never hit the target. Getting a little discouraged, he
headed back to dinner.
As
he was walking back, he saw Grandma's pet duck. Just out of impulse,
he let fly, hit the duck square in the head, and killed it. He was
shocked and grieved. In a panic, he hid the dead duck in the wood pile,
only to see his sister watching. Sally had seen it all, but she said
nothing.
After lunch that day grandma said, "Sally, let's wash the dishes."
But
Sally said, "Grandma, Johnny told me he wanted to help in the kitchen
today, didn't you Johnny?" And then she whispered to him, "Remember,
the duck?" So Johnny did the dishes.
Later Grandpa asked if the children wanted to go fishing, and Grandma said, "I'm sorry but I need Sally to help make supper."
But
Sally smiled and said, "Well, that's all right because Johnny told me
he wanted to help." And she whispered again, "Remember, the duck?" So
Sally went fishing and Johnny stayed.
After
several days of Johnny doing both his chores and Sally's, he finally
couldn't stand it any longer. He came to Grandma and confessed that he
killed the duck. She knelt down, gave him a hug, and said, "Sweetheart, I
know. You see, I was standing at the window and I saw the whole thing.
But because I love you, I forgave you. But I was just wondering how long
would you let Sally make a slave of you."
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