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Authors: Rhonda Gibson
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“That will be nice.”
Morgan nodded and continued to eat. His thoughts were on Sheila and the book she was working on. She enjoyed talking about her story but didn’t seem to appreciate when he asked questions unless she initiated the subject. It was as if she still held resentment toward him for requesting the byline.
“It’s a good thing she needed you in order to write those stories, or you two might never have met,” his mother interrupted his thoughts.
“What do you mean?” Morgan looked up and studied his mother’s face.
She waved his concern away with her fork. “Nothing. I was just thinking that without your permission she couldn’t write those books. Am I right?”
Morgan nodded. Sometimes he felt as if Sheila was beginning to care for him, but could it be she was just patronizing him so he’d continue to allow her to write the books?
Chapter 10
Sheila reread what she’d just written.
Hannah could feel the fish’s disappointment in her and felt ashamed. She knew she should share with her sisters, especially since she couldn’t see the other two bows, but something inside her wouldn’t let her.
“If you do like the ladybug says and hide the bows, then who will enjoy them? And if you do as the fish suggests and share, then who will enjoy them?” a little dog with a gray beard asked. He swished his tail from side to side in the grass.
Hannah thought about what he said. “If I hide the bows, no one will enjoy them because no one will see them. But if I give them to my sisters, then everyone will see them.” She sighed. “And if I keep them and leave them on my paw, head, and back, then everyone will see them, too.”
She smiled at this new idea.
The dog nodded. “True, true. But won’t your sisters be sad because you didn’t let them have one to wear? And won’t your mother be sad because you didn’t obey her and share the way she wanted you to?”
It didn’t seem fair to Hannah. If she kept the bows, she would be happy, but her sisters would be sad. And if she gave them to her sisters, then they would be happy and she would be sad. “But I will be sad to give them away,” she answered, feeling sorry for herself.
“Yes, I’m sure the last time you shared with your sisters made you very sad, too, didn’t it?” The dog lay down beside her and rested his nose on his outstretched paws.
Hannah remembered sharing her Christmas pudding with her sisters. It hadn’t made her unhappy. She’d felt warm inside and cheerful. Her sisters had laughed and thanked her, and she’d felt good, not sad.
Just thinking about that happy time made Hannah want to share her bows. She could imagine her sisters’ smiling faces. She imagined them wearing the pretty bows on their spikes and running about showing their parents. Her mother would stand and tell her how proud she was of her for making the right decision.
Jesus would be happy with her, too.
Hannah stood. She touched the dog’s front paw.
“Thank you, Mr. Dog.”
She hurried home, ran through the earth door, and shouted for her sisters. “I’ve decided to share my bows with you!” Hannah called as she entered the den.
Honey and Harley ran to meet her at the doorway.
Their laughter filled the house.
“Children, come in here.” Mama called them back into the den.
They all hurried inside. Mama helped Hannah by removing the bows from her head and back. “This is a nice thing you are doing.” She hugged Hannah.
“I want the red one,” Honey said.
“May I have t
he blue one?” Harley twisted her little paws.
Hannah knelt down in front of her. “I’m sorry I was so mean earlier, Harley. You can have the blue or the yellow one.”
Harley hugged her close. When she let her go, Mama held out the yellow and the blue one to her. Harley took the blue. “Thank you, Hannah.” She stuck the blue bow on her front paw and looked down at it with awe.
Hannah watched her sister’s dance around the room.
They each wore a bow
Morgan nodded and continued to eat. His thoughts were on Sheila and the book she was working on. She enjoyed talking about her story but didn’t seem to appreciate when he asked questions unless she initiated the subject. It was as if she still held resentment toward him for requesting the byline.
“It’s a good thing she needed you in order to write those stories, or you two might never have met,” his mother interrupted his thoughts.
“What do you mean?” Morgan looked up and studied his mother’s face.
She waved his concern away with her fork. “Nothing. I was just thinking that without your permission she couldn’t write those books. Am I right?”
Morgan nodded. Sometimes he felt as if Sheila was beginning to care for him, but could it be she was just patronizing him so he’d continue to allow her to write the books?
Chapter 10
Sheila reread what she’d just written.
Hannah could feel the fish’s disappointment in her and felt ashamed. She knew she should share with her sisters, especially since she couldn’t see the other two bows, but something inside her wouldn’t let her.
“If you do like the ladybug says and hide the bows, then who will enjoy them? And if you do as the fish suggests and share, then who will enjoy them?” a little dog with a gray beard asked. He swished his tail from side to side in the grass.
Hannah thought about what he said. “If I hide the bows, no one will enjoy them because no one will see them. But if I give them to my sisters, then everyone will see them.” She sighed. “And if I keep them and leave them on my paw, head, and back, then everyone will see them, too.”
She smiled at this new idea.
The dog nodded. “True, true. But won’t your sisters be sad because you didn’t let them have one to wear? And won’t your mother be sad because you didn’t obey her and share the way she wanted you to?”
It didn’t seem fair to Hannah. If she kept the bows, she would be happy, but her sisters would be sad. And if she gave them to her sisters, then they would be happy and she would be sad. “But I will be sad to give them away,” she answered, feeling sorry for herself.
“Yes, I’m sure the last time you shared with your sisters made you very sad, too, didn’t it?” The dog lay down beside her and rested his nose on his outstretched paws.
Hannah remembered sharing her Christmas pudding with her sisters. It hadn’t made her unhappy. She’d felt warm inside and cheerful. Her sisters had laughed and thanked her, and she’d felt good, not sad.
Just thinking about that happy time made Hannah want to share her bows. She could imagine her sisters’ smiling faces. She imagined them wearing the pretty bows on their spikes and running about showing their parents. Her mother would stand and tell her how proud she was of her for making the right decision.
Jesus would be happy with her, too.
Hannah stood. She touched the dog’s front paw.
“Thank you, Mr. Dog.”
She hurried home, ran through the earth door, and shouted for her sisters. “I’ve decided to share my bows with you!” Hannah called as she entered the den.
Honey and Harley ran to meet her at the doorway.
Their laughter filled the house.
“Children, come in here.” Mama called them back into the den.
They all hurried inside. Mama helped Hannah by removing the bows from her head and back. “This is a nice thing you are doing.” She hugged Hannah.
“I want the red one,” Honey said.
“May I have t
he blue one?” Harley twisted her little paws.
Hannah knelt down in front of her. “I’m sorry I was so mean earlier, Harley. You can have the blue or the yellow one.”
Harley hugged her close. When she let her go, Mama held out the yellow and the blue one to her. Harley took the blue. “Thank you, Hannah.” She stuck the blue bow on her front paw and looked down at it with awe.
Hannah watched her sister’s dance around the room.
They each wore a bow
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