Little wildmoron came into the kitchen where his mother
was making dinner.
His birthday was coming up and he thought
this was a good time to tell his
mother what he wanted.

"Mom, I want a bike for my birthday." 
Little wildmoron was
a bit of a troublemaker.
He had gotten into trouble at school and at home.

Wildmoron's mother asked him if he thought he deserved to get
a bike for his birthday. Little
wildmoron, of course, thought he did.
Wildmoron's mother, being a Christian woman,
wanted wildmoron to reflect
on his behavior over the last year. 

"Go to your room, wildmoron, and think
about how you have behaved this year. Then
write a letter to God and tell
Him why you deserve a bike for your birthday." 

Little wildmoron 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,
Wildmoron

Wildmoron knew that 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 Leroy. I have been a good boy
this year and I would like a red bike for my birthday. 

Thank you.
Your friend,
Wildmoron


Wildmoron knew that this wasn't true either.
So he tore up the letter and
started again.


Letter 3
Dear God,

I have been an "OK" boy this year. I still would
really like a bike for my birthday.
Wildmoron 

Wildmoron knew he could not send this letter
to God either. So, Leroy wrote a fourth letter.


Letter 4
God, I know I haven't been a good boy this
year. I am very sorry.
I will be a good boy if you just send me a
bike for my birthday.
PLEASE!!!!

Thank you,
Wildmoron 

Wildmoron knew, even if it were true, this letter was not
going to get him a bike. Now, wildmoron was very upset. He
went downstairs and told his mom that he wanted to go to church.

Wildmoron's mother thought her plan had
worked, as wildmoron looked very sad.

"Just be home in time for dinner," wildmoron's mother told him.
Wildmoron walked down the street to the church
on the corner. Little wildmoron went
into the church and up to the alter.
He looked around to see if anyone was
there. wildmoron  bent down and picked up
a statue of the Virgin Mary. He slipped it
under his shirt and ran out of
the church, down the street, into the
house, and up to his room. He shut
the door to his room and sat down with a
piece of paper and a pen. Wildmoron
began to write his letter to God.


Letter 5
God,

I'VE GOT YOUR MAMA. IF YOU WANT TO SEE HER AGAIN,
SEND THE BIKE!

Signed,

Wildmoron