Once upon a time, there was a beautiful
little dark brown shuttle bus named L.B., or Elbie. His only job was
to take passengers to a local water park. He had strict instructions
to drop the passengers off and return immediately to his parking
spot. He liked his parking spot, because it was just the right size
for him, and he was tucked away out of sight of all the traffic that
flew by on the busy street. Wild animals also roamed the street, but
he felt safe in his cozy parking spot.
Some days, however, after he drove his
passengers to the water park, he would get distracted. He would
watch them rush into the park, tumbling around, getting all wet, and
waving gleefully. He didn't mean to disobey his instructions, but he
would just get caught up in the moment and forget to drive right back
to his parking spot. It was not his job to bring the passengers home
from the park, just to bring them safely there and make sure that
none fell out on the way. So when he got distracted and didn't do
his job, passengers would line up at his parking spot, waiting for
their ride. Eventually, after waiting hours, or even days, wondering
where Elbie was, the passengers would get disorderly, and fights
would break out. They would punch and kick each other, sprawling all
over the parking lot. The tidy, orderly, lovely parking spot would
become a mess of confusion and disarray, and the passengers panicked,
shouting, “Where is Elbie? Where could he be? He's supposed to be
right here! How will we ever get to the water park? We need to get
there! Somebody help us! Where is our beloved bus? How could he
abandon us like this?”
Sometimes when he was gone for days at
a time, someone would realize that Elbie had fallen asleep at the
water park after watching his happy passengers play in the water.
The water park was closed for the day, but Elbie sat there all alone,
sound asleep. Finally someone would come along and say, “Why is
there no one enjoying the water park today? Oh dear! Elbie is
asleep! No one can get to the water park!” They would shake
Elbie, wake him up, and say, “Elbie! You have a very important job
to do! Why are you sitting here sleeping?” Elbie would start his
engine and rush back to his parking spot, horrified at what he saw
there. He would gather up all the tired, grouchy passengers and rush
them straight to the water park, where they would tumble out and have
a glorious time, happy once again. When Elbie did his job, everyone
was happy. When he didn't, chaos reigned.
Elbie had a twin brother named Ham, who
liked to be called by his middle name, Purr. Elbie and Purr were not
identical twins, for Purr was bigger and pure white. They were both
very attractive shuttle buses, and their passengers loved and
appreciated them. Purr was the only other bus in the whole city that
drove passengers to the water park. He was not quite as distractible
and narcoleptic as his brother, but he would occasionally forget to
return to his parking spot after dropping the passengers off at the
water park. His parking spot was a little more remote, farther from
the water park, and not as heavily trafficked. He had a bigger
parking space, but he was not as protected from the wild animals as
Elbie was. Sometimes a lion or a jaguar would walk right by him, and
he had even been scratched by one of them once or twice. But his
scratch-resistant finish was not affected, and he was not hurt, just
a little frightened.
When he forgot to follow his
instructions to return immediately to his parking spot, his
passengers reacted in the same way that Elbie's did. They grew
impatient standing there all day, and in their boredom, they
eventually beat each other up and got knocked all over the parking
lot. The wild animals would often attack the defenseless passengers,
further scattering them across the parking lot. They would call in
vain for their bus, who was parked at the water park and couldn't
hear them. People who lived in the city would get angry and the kick
the unruly passengers out of the way, and the peace and beauty of the
city would be disturbed. As long as the shuttle buses did their
jobs, everyone in the city was happy, and the streets were clean and
tidy.
She was interested in the story and said she liked it, but no meaning dawned on her. I said, "Do you know what L.B. stands for?" She didn't. I said, "Laundry Basket. And do you remember what his brother's name is?" She said, "Purr." I said, "Do you remember his first name? Put them together." She said, "Ham...Ham Purr...Oh! Hamper! Is that whole thing about the laundry? And the wild animals are the cats?" Now that she understood it, she wanted to hear it again. I was surprised by how thrilled she was that I had written a story just for her. She loved it! I took her to the washing machine and said sadly, "Oh look. There are Elbie and Purr, just sitting there looking at the empty water park." She grabbed them up and actually rushed off to pick up the passengers!
She said, "Don't worry, passengers! Elbie is here to take you to the water park!"
She happily tossed them into the water park and returned both Elbie and Purr to their parking spots.
I don't pretend to believe that this has solved the problem, but next time instead of yelling and complaining and nagging, I can say something like, "The passengers are getting unruly...where's their shuttle?"
She asked me to print off her story and was even inspired to write one of her own:
The Selfish Little Cats
by Sarah Janes
2/16/16
There once was a cat with beautiful
black shiny fur that her owners made her wash every day. The owners
also had another cat, but that cat did not get washed as much, so the
back of his tail was a little unruly. The two cats got along in
harmony until one decided not to share his toy with the other. That
cat got very sad, so she left the other cat to sit on the cat gym all
alone so she could go to sleep. And it went on for years and years.
The cats did not get along at all and started to growl and hiss at
each other. They started to fight with each other until their owners
shut them up in their own kennels and yelled at the cats for being
rude. So the cats apologized and all was well.
The moral of the story is not to fight
with anyone, but repay evil with goodness.
The end.
She explained that the beautiful cat was her, and the less hygienic one was Noah.
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