His birthday was coming up and he thought this was a good time to tell his
mother what he wanted:
"Mum, I want a bike for my birthday."
Little Barrie was a bit of a troublemaker. He had been in trouble at
school as well as at home.
Barrie's mother asked him if he thought he deserved to get a bike for his
birthday. Little Barrie, of course, thought he did.
Barrie's mother, being a Christian woman, wanted him to reflect on his
behaviour over the last year,
and write a letter to God, and tell him why he deserved a bike for his
birthday.
Little Barrie stomped up the steps to his room and sat down to write God a
letter.
LETTER 1
Dear God,
I have been a very good boy this year and I would like a bike for my
birthday. I want a red one.
Your friend Barrie.
Barrie knew this wasn't true. He had not been a very good boy this year,
so he tore up the letter and started over.
LETTER 2
Dear God,
This is your friend Barrie. I have been a pretty good boy this year, and I
would like a red bike for my birthday.
Thank you, Barrie.
Barrie knew this wasn't true either. He tore up the letter and started
again.
LETTER 3:
Dear God,
I have been an OK boy this year and I would really like a red bike for my
birthday.
Your friend, Barrie.
In truth, Barrie knew he could not send this letter to God either.
Barrie was very upset. He went downstairs and told his mother he wanted to
go to church.
Barrie’s mother thought her plan had worked because Barrie looked very
sad.
"Just be home in time for dinner," his mother said.
Barrie walked down the street to the church and up to the altar.
He looked around to see if anyone was there. He picked up a statue of the
Virgin Mary.
He slipped it under his shirt and ran out of the church, down the street,
into his house, and up to his room.
He shut the door to his room and sat down with a piece of paper and a pen.
Barrie began to write his letter to God.
LETTER 4:
Dear God,
I've got your mum,
If you want to see her again, send me a f@%#ing bike!
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