A very many years ago in a small town lived a
boy, a girl, and a dog. The dog was the smartest of the three. He, as male dogs
are referred to, was a Saint Bernard; a big hairy and muscular dog standing
about two feet six inches tall. This dog, towering over the boy and the girl,
would romp around town like he owned it. The dog was never on a leash and would
go from one end of town to the other. The dog had a spiked collar and a flea
collar. The dog would rub up against apple trees to seldom itch his furry coat.
The apple trees had a sweet smell in the bark and the dog loved the feeling they
gave to his body.
The boy was the son of a wealthy landowner, who made
millions off the poor folks everywhere. The boy was five-fourth feet tall and
had blond hair. His father has gray hair and his mother has dyed her hair red.
The boy was walking to school on the only road to town. It was about a mile and
took him about an hour. He would go to classes until three o’clock and go to
library. The library was in the center of town. His father would pick him up at
five-fifteen and they would go home to dinner. At home, the family enjoyed their
one-story three-bedroom ranch. In addition, there was a well-maintained library
with shelves and shelves of books.
The girl was the daughter of the only banker in
town, who made his millions by investing other people’s money in various Wall
Street dealings. His bank was only one for miles and miles, so he had to protect
the town from unscrupulous dealers and rich landowners. To do this, he set up a
trust fund for the town and invested the town-people’s money, for the well being
of everybody in the town. Doing this for the town, he was unanimously elected
Mayor and treasurer. Mayor Howard Purcell was by far, the best mayor the town
ever had. He had a reactant personality in his dealings with the town-folks.
This enabled him to be all things for everybody in the town. He brought many
good things for the town, such as a combined health-care benefit, a combined
living-wage, and an improved learning system for the children. The children all
knew his name and knew what he did for the town.
The girl was not of school age, so the mayor would
occasionally take her to his office and show her what he did for a living. On
these days, he would give her a book to read, from his many office bookshelves.
She grew up, reading good books and knowing the good things her father did for
everybody; she was very proud of him. The boy was an avid reader of many books fit for
him and was going to school for two years now. Second grade tied the boy down
from advancing and he was very bored with being a second grader. He had been
gifted with a very good ability to read and learn, so every chance he got, he
would be reading any book he got from his father’s library. His great ability
first came about when he was young, and did something wrong, his father would
lock him in the library with one book and told him he would not get to eat
dinner if he did not at least start reading the book. As time gradually went on,
he volunteered to read instead of being punished by reading. He thought it would
be best to read a book that had a cover that fascinated him. His vocabulary
improved greatly as he read more and more books.