> > A long time ago, there was a huge apple tree. A little boy loved to come > > and > > play around it everyday. He climbed to the tree top, ate the apples, > took > > a nap > > under the shadow ... He loved the tree and the tree loved to play with > > him. Time > > went by ... the little boy had grown up and he no longer played around > the > > tree > > everyday. > > > > One day, the boy came back to the tree and he looked sad. "Come and play > > with > > me," the tree asked the boy. "I am no longer a kid, I don't play around > > trees > > anymore." The boy replied, "I want toys. I need money to buy them." > > "Sorry, but > > I don't have money... but you can pick all my apples and sell them. So, > > you will > > have money." The boy was so excited. He grabbed all the apples on the > tree > > and > > left happily. The boy never came back after he picked the apples. The > tree > > was > > sad. > > > > One day, the boy returned and the tree was so excited. "Come and play > with > > me" > > the tree said. "I don't have time to play. I have to work for my family. > > We need > > a house for shelter. Can you help me?" "Sorry, but I don't have a house. > > But you > > can chop off my branches to build your house." So the boy cut all the > > branches > > of the tree and left happily. The tree was glad to see him happy but the > > boy > > never came back since then. The tree was again lonely and sad. > > > > One hot summer day, the boy returned and the tree was delighted. "Come > and > > play > > with me!" the tree said. "I am sad and getting old. I want to go sailing > > to > > relax myself. Can you give me a boat?" "Use my truck to build your boat. > > You can > > sail far away and be happy." So the boy cut the tree truck to make a > boat. > > He > > went sailing and never showed up for a long time. > > > > Finally, the boy returned after he left for so many years. "Sorry, my > boy. > > But I > > don't have anything for you anymore. No more apples for you... "the tree > > said. > > "I don't have teeth to bite" the boy replied. "No more truck for you to > > climb > > on". "I am too old for that now" the boy said. "I really can't give you > > anything > > ... the only thing left is my dying roots" the tree said with tears. "I > > don't > > need much now, just a place to rest. I am tired after all these years." > > The boy > > replied. "Good! Old tree roots is the best place to lean on and rest. > > Come, Come > > sit down with me and rest." The boy sat down and the tree was glad and > > smiled > > with tears ... > > > > This is a story of everyone. The tree is our parent. When we were young, > > we > > loved to play with Mom and Dad ... When we grown up, we left them... > only > > come > > to them when we need something or when we are in trouble. No matter > what, > > parents will always be there and give everything they could to make you > > happy. > > You may think the boy is cruel to the tree but that's how all of us are > > treating > > our parents. > > > > Enlighten your friends by forwarding this mail to them. > > > > > > > >> Pusing milih POP3 atau web mail? mail.telkom.net solusinya << >> Belanja Info & Keperluan Balita? Klik, http://www.balitanet.or.id >> Info balita, http://www.balita-anda.indoglobal.com Etika berinternet, email ke: [EMAIL PROTECTED] Stop berlangganan, e-mail ke: [EMAIL PROTECTED]
