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Burglars Came To Get My Stuff

Burglars came to get my stuff, but there was nothing to steal. So I made them into friends and we went to other people’s houses. Making them into friends. The burglars stopped their stealing ways, and became kind and happy. People loved the burglars, and they began hiring them to clean and cook, And fix their cars, insulate their attics, babysit their children, and groom their fussy cats. The burglars are all legitimate workers now, making money in a legal way. Not stealing, not cheating, not lying. Changed into upstanding citizens. They never bring home things they did not pay for themselves anymore. I am confident when other burglars break into my friends, the Former burglar’s houses, they will make them into friends and go to other People’s houses, knowing what they have to do.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019




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Date: 1/13/2019 1:41:00 PM
Inspired by a wise-beyond-his or her-years, 5 year old, perhaps? You've spent a lot of time in one's head, haven't you? It takes some talent to do that.
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 1/13/2019 2:15:00 PM
Thank you M.L. I get these ideas -when I am thinking up lessons for my children - for they are ALL my children. My job is to teach them strategies to build each other up and love each other, and I dare say I love doing it!

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