Theme: Gratitude
Little Ball, the runaway chick
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Little Ball was a little yellow and chubby
chick. He really looked like a little ball.
Little Ball was sad in the
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chicken coop. |
– I'm getting out of here – he said – My house is ugly.
I want a nice house, peep...peep...peep...
Little Ball left and no one saw him. Mrs. Goldie, who
was his mother, became desperate. She wanted her little
boy back, and she screamed: –Little Ball, Little Ball!
Where are you, coc...coc...coc...
Little Ball walked... walked... walked... and saw a
little bird in a tree. The bird sang happily.
Little Ball asked:
– Little bird, can I live with you?
– Yes, you can, come up here – replied the little bird.
– Go up there? – said Little Ball, astonished – It's too
high up there, and I could fall and hurt myself... No,
little bird, I don't like your house. I'm leaving.
Peep... peep… peep…
Little Ball walked... walked... walked... and arrived at
the bank of a river. He saw a little fish swimming very
contentedly.
Little Ball asked:
– Little fish, can I live with you?
– Yes, you can, throw yourself into the water – replied
the little fish.
– Throw me in there? – asked Little Ball, astonished –
No, no, little fish, I don't like your house – and he
left. Peep… peep… peep…
Little Ball walked... walked... walked... and found an
armadillo that was digging the ground, very satisfied.
Little Ball asked:
– Armadillo, can I live with you?
– Yes, you can, Little Ball, enter this hole – replied
the armadillo – Come to see my house.
– Enter this deep and dark hole? – asked Little Ball,
very scared – I'm afraid. Armadillo, I don't like your
house.
And he left. Peep… peep… peep…
Little Ball walked... walked... walked... until it
started to get dark. Little Ball was tired, he was
hungry. He was afraid and felt cold, and he began to
cry.
At this point, Little Ball heard in the distance Mrs.
Goldie, who was shouting:
– Little Ball, Little Ball! Where are you?
Little Ball began to remember: – How mommy is good! How
she loves me! How her wings are warm. What delicious
food she makes!
Little Ball then took off running. He ran and ran until
he found the loving wings of Mrs. Goldie. And happy,
hiding in his mother, he began to speak:
– How mommy is good! How glad I am! – And looking at the
chicken coop, he continued: – Mom, there is no house
more beautiful than mine!
Story extracted from the website Pelos
caminhos da evangelização
Translation:
Larissa Martine - larissa_am@hotmail.com
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