Subject: Little Leroy



Little Leroy 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 Leroy was a bit of a troublemaker. He had gotten into trouble at
school and at home. Leroy's mother asked him if he thought he deserved
to get a bike for his birthday. Little Leroy, of course, thought he did.

Leroy's mother, being a Christian woman, wanted him to reflect on his
behavior over the last year, and write a letter to God and tell him why
he deserved a bike for his birthday.

Little Leroy 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,
Leroy

Leroy knew 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 Leroy. I have been a pretty good boy this year, and
I would like a red bike for my birthday.

Thank you,
Leroy

Leroy knew this wasn't true either. He tore up the letter and started
again.

LETTER 3:

Dear 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 red bike for my birthday.

Thank you,
Leroy

Leroy knew, even if it was true, this letter was not going to get him a
bike. By now, Leroy was very upset.

He went downstairs and told his mother he wanted to go to church.
Leroy's mother thought her plan had worked because Leroy looked very
sad. Just be home in time for dinner," his mother said.

Leroy walked down the st reet to the church and up to the altar.
He looked around to see if anyone was there. He picked up a statue of
the Virgin Mary, slipped it under his shirt and ran out of the church,
down the street, into his house, and up to his room. He shut the door to
his room and sat, down with a piece of paper and a pen, and wrote his
letter to God.

LETTER 4:

I GOT YOUR MAMA.

IF YOU WANT TO SEE HER AGAIN, SEND THE BIKE.

Signed,
YOU KNOW WHO