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Little Bobby 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 Bobby was a bit of a troublemaker.

He had gotten into trouble at school and at home.

Bobby ' s mother asked him if he thought he deserved to get a bike for his birthday.

Little Bobby, of course, thought he did.

Bobby ' s mother wanted Bobby to reflect on his behavior over the last year.

Go to your room, Bobby, and think about how you have behaved this year.

Then write a letter to krishna and tell him why you deserve a bike for your birthday.

Little Bobby stomped up the steps to his room and sat down to write krishna a letter.

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Letter 1

Dear krishna,

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,

Bobby


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Bobby 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.


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Letter 2

Dear krishna,

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

Bobby

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Bobby knew he could not send this letter to krishna either. So, Bobby wrote.

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Letter 3

krishna,

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,

Bobby

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Bobby knew, even if it was true, this letter was not going to get him a bike.

Now, Bobby was very upset. He went downstairs and told his mom that he wanted to go to temple.


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


Just be home in time for dinner, Bobby's mother told him.


Bobby walked down the street to the temple on the corner.


Little Bobby went into the temple and up to the altar.

He looked around to see if anyone was there.

Bobby bent down and picked up a statue of the radha.

He slipped the statue under his shirt and ran out of the temple, 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.


Bobby began to write his letter to krishna.


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Letter 5

krishna,

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

a monastery. He goes to the monastery, knocks on the

door, and says, My car broke down. Do you think I





could stay the night?











the monks graciously accept him, feed him dinner,





even fix his car. As the man tries to fall asleep,





he hears a strange sound. The next morning, he asks





the monks what the sound was, but they say, We





can't tell you. You're not a monk.

















The man is disappointed but thanks them anyway and





goes about his merry way. Some years later, the same





man breaks down in front of the same monastery. The





monks again accept him, feed him, even fix his car.





That night, he hears the same strange noise that he





had heard years earlier.

















The next morning, he asks what it is, but the monks





reply, We can't tell you. You're not a monk.







The man says, All right, all right. I'm dying to





know. If the only way I can find out what that sound





was is to become a monk, how do I become a monk?











The monks reply, You must travel the earth and tell





us how many blades of grass there are and the exact





number of sand pebbles. When you find these numbers,





you will become a monk.

















The man sets about his task. Some forty-five years





later, he returns and knocks on the door of the





monastery. He says, I have traveled the earth and





have found what you have asked for. There are





145,236,284,232 blades of grass and





231,281,219,999,129,382 sand pebbles on the earth.













The monks reply, Congratulations. You are now a





monk. We shall now show you the way to the sound.

















The monks lead the man to a wooden door, where the





head monk says, The sound is right behind that





door.

















The man reaches for the knob, but the door is





locked. He says, Real funny. May I have the key?

















The monks give him the key, and he opens the door.





Behind the wooden door is another door made of





stone. The man demands the key to the stone door.





The monks give him the key, and he opens it, only to





find a door made of ruby. He demands another key





from the monks, who provide it. Behind that door is





another door, this one made of sapphire. So it went





until the man had gone through doors of emerald,





silver, topaz, and amethyst.

















Finally, the monks say, This is the last key to the





last door.

















The man is relieved to no end. He unlocks the door,





turns the knob, and behind that door he is amazed to





find the source of that strange sound.























. . . . But I can't tell you what it is because you're not a monk.