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Sam & The Toy Solider - a short story by A.B.King

   Once upon a time in a place much like where you live right now there lived a 13 year old boy who was always found of causing trouble for all the neighborhood kids around his age. His name was Sam. No one could control him and he proved to be a menace.
   Sam never listened in Sunday school. He never cared for moral instruction he believed in living life each day as it comes.
   All the kids tried all they could to get Sam to quit being a menace to them but to no avail so they deceived to teach Sam a lesson.
   After much research, they found out that Sam had a remote control toy solider which he loved dearly.
   Since one of the kids was an amateur ventriloquist, they decided to get him to cast his voice on the remote control toy solider so it would look like if it is the remote control toy solider that is talking. They also replaced the remote control with an identical remote control that doesn’t work.
   When Sam later took his toy to play that day, the amateur ventriloquist cast his voice on the toy. Sam was shocked that his toy was speaking to him.
   The toy told Sam that if he wanted it (the toy) to play with him (Sam), then he should do 20 push-ups. Sam disagreed but the toy was insistent and made it very clear that if he wanted to play he had to do the push-ups first. After many minutes of sweating had passed and Sam had done all 20 push-ups he came back to play with the toy but the toy said that now he should do 10 back flips. Sam was shocked and annoyed. He told the toy that there was no way he was going to do the 10 back flips that he had already done the 20 push-ups and that they had a deal. A deal is a deal and they agreed that after he finished the 20 push-ups it would agree to play with him.  But the toy insisted. Sam had no choice, he just had to do it. After a lot more of sweating from doing 10 back flips Sam went back to the toy to play with it but it said know that Sam must jog round the compound 12 times before it would play with him. Sam was very angry and shouted at his toy for trying to rip him off. After Sam’s raving and ranting the toy till insisted and Sam had to jug round the compound 12 times. When Sam finished just like you expected the toy still had another task for him. Sam went on and on like this with the toy over and over again until he was very very tired and it was clear that he had suffered enough.
   The toy then started talking to him about his attitude towards other kids and got him to promise he’s going to change that. The toy also took the liberty to tell him about Jesus and about the reason for and the advantage of the moral instructions that were given in Sunday school that Sam didn’t listen to.
   At the end of the day Sam turned over a new leaf.
   When Sam left, the amateur ventriloquist and the other kids came out of where they were hiding in the room and started laughing. They had taught Sam a lesson – a lesson he won’t soon. Sam won’t be bothering anyone anymore.

THE END

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