In which we celebrate Saturday Stories : a tale for the Tevis

I mentioned earlier in the week that I always watch the Tevis webcast and cheer for my friends (local and virtual) who are riding the event. And that brought to mind a little tiny story:

Once upon a time, not long ago and not far away either, there was a little kid, maybe 5 or 6 years old.

The teacher at the school had announced on Monday that the class would be putting on a play, and the kid was SOOOOOOO excited. He couldn't wait to be part of the play.

The trouble was, unfortunately, he couldn't ever remember the lines. Ever. Even when his parents and his brothers and sisters and the other kids in his class helped him practice for hours and hours, he still couldn't remember the lines he was supposed to say for his audition. Everybody knew that he wouldn't get picked to be in the play, and everybody knew that he would be really disappointed.

Everybody was really surprised, then, when he came home on the afternoon of the auditions with a huge smile on his face!

"I got picked for the play! " he told them. "I got the best part in the whole play!"

Everybody was amazed. "Are you going to play the part of the prince?" they asked.

"Nope, not the prince," he answered.

"The king?"

"Nope, not the king or the frog either," he told them. "I got the best part.

"The teacher says that I get to be the one who claps and cheers."


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