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Caught Red Tongued - a short story by A.B.King

   Once upon a time in a certain pre – school, candy was always been stolen from the candy jar and nobody knew who did it. However, kids would be kids and so they suspected little Becky.She was always the last one to leave the class and sometimes stayed in class during recess to read a story book or an academic book.
   The other kids suspected that Becky was only pretending to read and that whenever no one was around she would sneak to the Teacher’s desk and steal the candy from the candy jar. Thus, animosity began towards Becky by the other students in the class.
   The Teacher trusted Becky to be a good girl and so she never took action against Becky.However, that only made matters worse.
   Becky wanted the animosity to end so Becky spent time in prayer to ask God for what to do.
   God gave Becky an idea. It was perfect. It was sure to work. Becky was happy about the idea and thanked God joyfully for it.
   Becky went to the Teacher privately and told her the idea. The teacher was happy with the idea and agreed to play along.
   The next day, when candy was missing everyone in class turned angrily to look at Becky. But Becky remained calm. She knew all the animosity would all be over soon.
   The teacher told all the students to line up in a straight line and as they get to her they should stick out their tongue.
   After the exercise, only one boy’s tongue was bright red. The Teacher said he was the culprit.
   Becky had told the Teacher to replace all the candy with a special candy that colors the tongue an unusually bright tone of red. That way, anyone whose tongue is that unusual color would be the culprit – the one who had been committing the crime.
   Thus, Becky was cleared of all suspicion. All because she has a God who loves her and can speak to her in time of trouble.
   Do you have that kind of relationship with God?


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