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The butcher Shop (standard:other, 691 words) | |||
Author: wolfcries | Added: Oct 11 2006 | Views/Reads: 3907/3 | Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes) |
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The Butcher shop One Saturday afternoon Bailey went for walk by herself. She walked down to the butcher store to see what new treats they had hanging in the window. They had all sorts of new juicy bones and giant steaks hanging there in the big picture window. All that good food was making Bailey really hungry. She went into the store to see what she could buy. Biscuits, who ran the store saw the hungry little puppy and went to help her find something good to eat. “Can I help you little one?” Biscuits asked. “I'm really hungry but I only have $2 dollars, what can I get?” Bailey asked. “I'm sorry little one, the cheapest thing we have here is $5 dollars. I don't have anything I can sell you.” Biscuits replied. “Oh okay, thank you anyway sir.” Bailey said. Then she walked out of the store crying. She was so hungry, and the store smelled so good, she just had to get something to eat. Outside the store she sat down and cried. She had tears running down her face as her stomach rumbled. Bailey heard the phone ring inside the store, when she looked in the window she saw that Biscuits went in back to answer it. She could hear Biscuits talking on the phone and knew it would be a long phone call. “This is my chance,” Bailey thought, “I can sneak in and get a small bone. I'm sure they won't miss one little bone.” Very quietly Bailey snuck into the store and took the smallest bone they had. She ran back outside and down the park to eat it. Under a big shade tree, Bailey ate her bone. She was so happy that her tummy wasn't hungry anymore. She decided to head home where she could take a nap. On her way home she started to feel sick. Her tummy wasn't so happy anymore. By the time Bailey got back home, she was in tears crying. Mom came running up to see what was wrong. “What's wrong honey?” Mom asked. “My tummy doesn't feel good.” Bailey said. Bailey's mom offered her food, but Bailey couldn't eat it. So then mom had Bailey lay down for a nap, but Bailey couldn't sleep. She kept tossing and turning and just couldn't relax. Bailey's mom started to worry. This isn't like Bailey; she's never like this. “Bailey, are you sure you're okay?” Mom asked again. “No mommy, I did something really bad.” Bailey said. “I went to the store where Biscuits works at, and I wanted a bone. I was so hungry but I didn't have enough money. So I took a bone without asking and ran away.” “You stole a bone from Biscuits store?” Mom said. “Yes, but now I don't feel so good.” Bailey said. “That's because you feel bad for stealing and not paying for what you took. The only way to feel good again is to tell Biscuits what you did and to pay for it.” Mom explained. Bailey and her mom went down to the store. They saw Biscuits working and counting the bones he had in the bin. “Mr. Biscuits, sir? “I'm sorry but I stole one of your bones. I didn't mean to, but I was so hungry. I'll pay for it, but all I have is $2 dollars.” Bailey stammered. “Oh I remember you. You wanted to buy something from me earlier. Well since you came to me and told me the truth, we'll work something out. I'll take the $2 dollars you have and tomorrow after school you come and help me clean up. I think that will make us even for the bone.” Biscuits told Bailey. “Thank you sir. I promise never to steal anything again.” Bailey said. “Good girl. Now go home with your mom and try to be good from now on.” Biscuits said. “I will! I promise! Thank you!” Bailey exclaimed. That night when Bailey went to bed, mom told her she was very lucky. That was a very bad thing to do. “Stealing is never okay.” Mom said. Then kissed Bailey good night. Tweet
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