Mr. Peabodys-Apples-Text

Mr.
Peabody’s Apples
In the town of Happyville (which wasn’t a very big town), Mr. Peabody was
congratulating his Little League team on a great game. They had not won, but no
one really cared, because they’d had such a good time playing.
Mr. Peabody was the history teacher at the local elementary school, and in the
summertime, he dedicated every Saturday to organizing baseball games with other
schools.
Billy Little (who wasn’t a very big boy) was one of Mr. Peabody’s students. He loved
baseball more than anything, and he thought Mr. Peabody was the greatest. After
each game, he would always stay to help pick up the bats and balls. And when they
were finished, Mr. Peabody would smile and say, “Thanks, Billy, good job. I’ll see
you next Saturday.”
Then he would start his walk home along the main street of Happyville (which
wasn’t a very big street), waving hello to everyone he knew, and everyone would
wave hello back. Along the way, he always passed Mr. Funkadeli’s fruit market.
Here Mr. Peabody would stop and admire Mr. Funkadeli’s fresh apples. He would
pick out the shiniest apple, drop it in his bag, and continue on his was.
Across the street, Tommy Tittlebottom watched with curiosity as Mr. Peabody
walked away with the apple.
“That’s strange,” Tommy said to himself. “Mr. Peabody didn’t pay anyone for the
apple.”
Tommy got on his skateboard and rushed to tell his friends.
The following Saturday, Mr. Peabody’s team played another game, and they lost (as
usual), but no one seemed to care because they’d had such a good time playing.
Billy picked up the balls and bats, and Mr. Peabody set off on his walk home. He
waved to everyone he knew, and they waved back. Once again, he stopped outside
Mr. Funkadeli’s fruit market, picked up the shiniest apple, dropped it in his bag, and
continued on his way.
Across the street, Tommy Tittlebottom and his friends watched Mr. Peabody, and
they were amazed at what they saw. Mr. Peabody had not paid for his apple. They
couldn’t wait to tell all of their friends, who told their parents, who told their
neighbors, who told their friends, in the town of Happyville.
The Saturday after that, Mr. Peabody was standing all alone on the baseball field,
wondering where everybody was. Then he saw Billy walking toward him with a sad
look on his face.
“Hello, Billy. I am glad you’re here, but where is the rest of the team?” asked Mr.
Peabody.
Billy remained silent.
“What is it, Billy?” he asked again.
Billy didn’t look up.
“Everybody thinks you’re a thief,” he said to the ground.
Mr. Peabody looked confused. He took off his hat and scratched his head. “Who
says I am a thief, Billy? And what did I steal?” he asked.
“Tommy Tittlebottom and his friends said they saw you take an apple from Mr.
Funkadeli’s fruit market, twice, and they said you didn’t pay for them,” answered
Billy.
“Ahh,” said Mr. Peabody, putting his hat back on his head. “Let’s go and talk to Mr.
Funkadeli about it, shall we?”
They walked down the main street (which wasn’t a very big street), and Mr.
Peabody waved to all the people he knew, but now some of them did not wave
back, and some pretended they did not even see him. They finally arrived at Mr.
Funkadeli’s fruit market.
Out popped Mr. Funkadeli, who said, “Hey, what are you doing here, Mr. Peabody?
Why aren’t you at the game?”
“There wasn’t a game today,” said Mr. Peabody, “and I was wondering if I could
take my apple earlier than usual?”
“Sure, why not?” replied Mr. Funkadeli. “You pay for them every Saturday morning
when you pick up your milk. You can take them when you like. You want the big
shiny one, Mr. Peabody?”
Mr. Peabody took his apple, smiled, and offered it to Billy.
“I would like to take the apple, Mr. Peabody, but I have to go and find Tommy and
explain everything,” said Billy.
“When you find him, ask him to come over to my house. I would like to speak to
him, too,” replied Mr. Peabody.
A little while later, Billy found Tommy and told him what had happened with the
apples. He told Tommy that Mr. Peabody wanted to speak to him right away. So off
Tommy ran, and when he arrived, he rang the doorbell, and Mr. Peabody came to
the door. They looked at each other for a while.
“Oh dear, Mr. Peabody,” said Tommy, on the doorstep. “I didn’t understand. I
should not have said what I said, but it looked like you hadn’t paid for the apples.”
Mr. Peabody’s eyebrows went up a little, and he felt a warm breeze blow across his
face. “It doesn’t matter what it looked like. What matters is the truth.”
Tommy looked down at his shoes, and said, “I am so sorry. What can I do to make
things better, now?”
Mr. Peabody took a deep breath, looked up at a small cloud that was in the sky,
and said, “I’ll tell you what, Tommy. Meet me at the baseball diamond in one hour,
and bring a pillow stuffed with feathers.”
“Okay,” said Tommy, who then ran off to his house to get a pillow.
An hour later, Tommy met Mr. Peabody on the pitcher’s mound.
“Hello, Tommy,” said Mr. Peabody. “Follow me and bring your pillow.”
Tommy followed Mr. Peabody to the top of the bleachers, wondering what this was
all about.
“It’s a windy day, isn’t it?” asked Mr. Peabody when they reached the top. Tommy
nodded his head in agreement.
“Here is a pair of scissors. Now cut the pillow in half and shake the feathers out.”
Tommy looked confused but did it anyway. He thought it was a small price to pay
to gain Mr. Peabody’s forgiveness. The wind carried the thousands of feathers far
and wide.
Tommy looked relieved, and said, “Is that all I have to do to make things better?”
“There is one more thing,” said Mr. Peabody. “Now you must go and pick up all the
feathers.”
Tommy frowned.
“I don’t think it’s possible to pick up all the feathers,” Tommy replied.
“It would be just as impossible to undo the damage that you have done by
spreading the rumor that I am a thief,” said Mr. Peabody. “Each feather represents
a person in Happyville .”
There was a long pause as Tommy began to understand what Mr. Peabody was
saying.
Finally, he said, “I guess I have a lot of work ahead of me.”
Mr. Peabody smiled and said, “Indeed, you do. Next time, don’t be so quick to
judge a person. And remember the power of your words.”
Then he handed Tommy the shiny red apple and made his way home.
The End.

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