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Robin wanted a dog more than anything else in the world. He had a new bicycle, his own fishing rod and lots of toys - but he didn't have a dog. Only a cat named Miss Puss.

Robin watched his friends with their dogs. They walked them on a leash, they taught them tricks and their dogs jumped and played and ran along with them everywhere.

Robin looked at his cat. "I will change your name to Fido," he said, "and teach you how to be a dog. You will be my new dog."

So Robin got a rope and tied it to Miss Puss's collar. "Come on, Fido, let's go for a walk," he said. And he pulled his cat out on the sidewalk for a walk down the street. But, Miss Puss didn't like being on a leash. She went this way, then that, and would sit down wherever she pleased!

Robin untied the rope on the front lawn. "I will teach you to do tricks," he said. "Roll over, Fido!" and Robin showed Miss Puss how to roll over. "Sit up and beg, Fido!" and Robin showed her how to do it. But Miss Puss would not sit up and beg. In fact, she would not do any of the tricks Robin showed her. She wouldn't even try!

"All right, then," Robin said. "Let's go for a run in the park." So Robin carried his cat across the street and put her down in the grass. "Come on, Fido!" Robin called, and he started to run up the path.

But Miss Puss did not run after him. Instead, she started walking back home. She was thinking of curling up on the big chair for an afternoon nap, the way cats do.

"I'm afraid you are right, Robin," his mother said. "But she does make a very good cat. She purrs when you pat her, and she keeps the mice away from our house, and she curls up on your bed when you go to sleep. Miss Puss makes a very good cat. You like your cat, don't you?"

"I guess so..." Robin said. "But I wish she was a dog. Why can't she do what a dog does? It's easy...."

"Sure," said his mother. "Easy for a dog. But hard for a cat. It's not her nature."

"What's that, mommy?" Robin wanted to know.

"Well, Robin, everything has its own nature. That's the way it was made. Cats will seldom do as they are told, like dogs will, but they are quiet and friendly and very good at catching mice. They do things that cats do - naturally. That's just the way they are. Dogs are different, of course. Dogs are good at being dogs. Everything in this world had its own special nature."

"I see," Robin smiled. "And cats make very poor dogs."

"That's right," said his mother. "And that is something to keep in mind, as you grow up. People have different natures too. People are in many ways the same, but in other ways they are different. Some people make good doctors and some people make good teachers and others are good at driving a truck, like your father. Everybody can do something well; it seems to be their nature."

"Me too?" asked Robin.

"Yes, you too," said his mother. "All little boys and girls."

"How will I know what is my nature, mother - what I can do best?"

"That's not hard, Robin," his mother said. "Just try new things as you grow up. That's what growing up is for. You will soon find out what you are good at - what you like to do. Just trust yourself. Maybe you will like playing a piano or being a policeman, who knows? You will discover this as you grow up."

"Wow, that sounds like fun!" Robin said.

"Yes," said his mother, "growing up is fun. It's discovering who you are, and then being yourself. So you can see why Miss Puss didn't want to be a dog. She knew she was a cat."

"Yes," Robin laughed. "And she makes a very good cat, too."

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"Dad," Robin asked his father one spring day, "can I make a garden?" Robin had been watching old Mr. McGarrity across the street, planting his garden and he wanted one of his own.

"Sure," said his father. "That is a great idea. I think every child should have a garden. Having a garden is good for anybody, but especially good for children."

"Hurray!" shouted Robin. "I can dig it myself, and I will have the biggest garden on the whole street."

"Now wait just a minute," his father said. "Perhaps I had better dig it for you, to start. It is very hard to dig. And we don't want to make it too big, either. About three feet by six feet is a good size for a boy. It's a lot of work looking after a garden, so you want something you can handle."

Robin and his Dad found the very best spot in the backyard, and dug it just the right size.

"A garden needs to be able to get the rain and the sun," Robin's father told him. "And have good earth. A boy needs a good spot for his first garden - where things can grow easily."

While they were digging, Robin collected some worms in a can, to keep for fishing. "Don't take all the worms, Robin," his father said. "A garden needs worms. They keep the earth good, so plants will grow well."

"They are friends of a garden?" Robin asked.

"They sure are," his father said.

So Robin and his dad planted the garden. Robin wanted to plant corn and apple trees, and pumpkins as big as his belly. But his father explained they could be hard to grow - especially for little boys, and they need a lot of room. Beans and carrots are good for a first garden, and radishes - because they seldom fail and they grow very quickly. And some lettuce, too. And maybe a few sturdy flowers for color, like marigolds and petunias - simple hardy things.

"This will give you a good garden," Robin's dad said, "and teach you more about life and its ways, than I could probably teach you all summer."

Robin tended his garden and watered it, just like his father said. And he put little sticks and string around for a fence, to keep dogs and cats away.

He waited one day, then two days, then three. But nothing happened. Where were his vegetables and pretty flowers? Robin got his little shovel and dug up his beans to see how they were doing. They had big, fat sprouts on them and he showed them to his father, when he got home from work.

"Oh, my," his father said. "You must put them back. They will never grow like that. They need to be left alone to do their work. This is one of the important things you garden will teach you, Robin - patience. You must learn to wait. We all do. Your garden will grow in time, in it's own way."

And so it did. Fine bean plants and radishes and tasty lettuce that Robin could pick and eat as he watered his garden - and pretty flowers he could take in to his mother.

But as Robin learned to wait, and give his garden time, he also got bored with it. There were always so many things a boy could do, besides looking after a garden - like riding his bicycle, playing with friends, and watching lots of television. Looking after a garden was a lot of work.

One day Robin's father noticed Robin's garden wasn't doing too well. It was dry because Robin was forgetting to water it, and weeds were starting to grow everywhere and choke the young vegetables and flowers.

Robin's Dad called him over: "Look at your garden, son," he said. "It needs some attention - a little work. It will never grow well like that. Besides learning to wait, Robin, you must learn to work - to look after things, if you want them to turn out well. That is the second important thing your garden can teach you."

So Robin learned to look after his garden; to pay attention to it, and to work. His garden needed help.

"Thanks, dad," Robin said. "You sure know a lot about gardens."

"A little," his father laughed.

And with a little help and care - and patience, Robin's garden grew to be a fine garden that summer.

He was very proud when he brought in his radishes and beans and things to his mother for supper.

But the last thing Robin learned from his garden, he learned all by himself - that it was all worthwhile. That if you worked hard and looked after things, they would turn out well. And of all the beans and radishes and lettuce Robin ever ate that summer, none tasted better than the ones he had grown himself - in his very own garden!

AMERICAN BLUES BLOG

Robin and his mother were going on the train. They were going to visit Robin's nanny, who lived in a town far away. They had their tickets all ready and their suitcases all packed and they were waiting at the train station. It was almost time to go....

It was very busy at the train station. Everybody was going somewhere and people were very excited. Some people had little suitcases and some people had big ones - so big they could hardly carry them! Robin sat quietly on his bench beside his mother and watched everything. It was his very first train trip.

Robin's father had given him a dollar to spend on the trip. "Now be a good boy," his father had said, "and I will see you in three days." Robin's Dad could not go on the train this time. He had to stay home and work.

Robin asked his mother if he could spend his dollar at the train station canteen. There was everything you could imagine to buy there. There were packages of candy, bags of potato chips and chocolate bars of every kind!

"Now what would you like?" Robin's mother asked him. Robin looked at the chocolate bars, some were bigger than others. And some of the bags of candy were even bigger than the chocolate bars.

"Hurry up, Robin," his mother said. "It is almost time to go."

But Robin couldn't hurry up. For every time he decided on one thing, he saw something else even bigger, even better. "I must get something even bigger, even better," he thought.

"Robin," his mother said, "we must go!"

The train was blowing its whistle. But Robin just kept on looking. There were so many things that he could buy.

"Hurry, Lady," the stationmaster called, "your train is leaving..."

"Oh my goodness!" Robin's mother said, and she hurried out of the station, with Robin and the suitcases, as fast as she could go.

Now the very next thing Robin knew, he was sitting on the train, with no chocolate bar, no candy, and no chips.

"Mommy," Robin said, starting to cry, "I have nothing to eat on the train."

"Well, my dear," Robin's mother explained, as she dried his tears. "You wanted something even bigger, even better and now you have nothing at all. Maybe next time you will learn to make up your mind and not be so choosy - before you end up with nothing."

"I will, mommy," Robin said.

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"Mommy," Robin asked his mother, "can I have two dollars and fifty cents for the show this afternoon? It says $2.50 in the paper, and I could with Bernie and Sarah Sara's big sister is taking them."

Robin's mother looked in her purse. "I'm afraid I have some bad news for you, Robin," she said. "I have only enough money to pay the milkman. We need milk today, and your father won't be home again until suppertime."

"It's not fair!" Robin cried, and he threw himself down in his father's big chair. "The other kids are going. They have money!"

"Maybe so," Robin's mother scolded, "but that is no way to act. We don't have money for everything. Your father works very hard for the money he gets, and does the best he can. There is never enough money for everything, Robin."

"Well, I want to go to the show, mommy. I never get anything!" Robin complained.

"Now, that's not true," said her mother. "Didn't your father buy you that toy airplane you wanted last week?"

"Yes," Robin agreed. "But I would like very much to go to the show, mommy." Robin looked very sad. He understood what his mother had told him, but he was still sad.

"Well," said his mother, "if you want to go to the show that badly, maybe you could earn the money. It might be worth a try."

"How can I do that?" Robin asked.

"Now, let's see," said his mother. "Two dollars and fifty cents is a lot of money, but you do have all morning. Maybe there is some work you could do for the neighbors - you might go to the store for somebody, take out the garbage or even mow someone's lawn."

"Okay!" Robin shouted. "Okay!" and he jumped up and ran out the door. His mother had a very good idea. He would earn the money himself.  

But after a little while, Robin came back home. He looked sadder than ever.

"It's not working," he told his mother. "All I could earn was fifty cents for taking out the garbage at Mr. Bill's. Some people are not home, and some people don't need any help, and some people don't have any money today either."

"Well, at least you tried," Robin's mother said. "And you do have fifty cents. You only need two more dollars for the show. Maybe you could try harder. Let us sit out on the front steps and see if we can hear "Mr. Opportunity"knocking. They say he is always knocking, if only you listen."

"What does that mean, mommy?" Robin asked.

"It means that there is always a way, Robin. If only you can find it. It is always there. But sometimes you have to look very hard to find that way - to hear Mr. Opportunity knocking."

Just then, along came Mr. Manny, the milkman. He looked very tired.

"You are late today," Robin's mother remarked.

"Yes," Mr. Manny said. "My helper, Jim, had to go to the dentist this morning and so I have to work all by myself. And I am getting behind."

Robin watched sadly as his mother gave Mr. Manny the money for the milk. But then he jumped up.

"Mommy, I hear Mr. Opportunity knocking!" And Robin's eyes were as big as silver dollars.

"Mr. Manny," Robin said excitedly, "do you need a boy to deliver the milk? I could run back and forth to the truck for you. "

"Well, yes I do," said Mr. Manny.

"And could you pay two dollars if I worked all morning?"

"Yes, yes I certainly could," said the milkman. "If it's alright with your mother, that is." Robin's mother was happy to say yes.

So Robin worked hard all morning and he earned his two dollars and he had enough money for the show. He was a little tired, and he didn't have any money left over for popcorn or candy, but that didn't matter. He had earned the money all by himself, and it was the best show he had ever seen.

When Robin's father came home that evening and heard the story, he was very pleased.

"Good work, Robin," his father said. "Mr. Opportunity is always knocking - if only you listen hard enough."

Nancy looked at her old sneakers. They were getting a little scuffed and worn, but they still felt right. And Nancy and her old sneakers were very good friends. They could run and jump together all day long, and Nancy's feet would never get tired or sore.

But Nancy felt a little sad. "Will I have to throw my old sneakers away, mother?" she asked. Nancy wanted new shoes, but she didn't like to say goodbye to old friends.

"Oh, goodness, no," her mother said. "You can keep them awhile yet. They are still good for playing in. But it would be nice to have some new shoes for special occasions and dress-up."

So Nancy and her mother went downtown to buy a pair of brand new shoes. They looked in one store window and then another, until they found just the kind that Nancy wanted.

Nancy and her mom went into the store and the salesclerk took the new shoes out of the window. Her mother looked them over. "The price is right," she said. "I have just enough money for them."

The salesclerk helped Nancy off with her old sneakers and on with the new shoes.

"Oh, dear," her mother said. "I'm afraid they are a little big." Nancy looked very unhappy.

"Just a minute," the salesclerk said. "I have some more of these out back in the stockroom. I'll just go and see if we have a pair a little smaller."

"Oh, I do hope so," said Nancy. "They are the prettiest little shoes I have ever seen!"

"Try these on," the salesclerk said, when he came back with another pair. "They look a little better." And when Nancy did, they fit perfectly.

"Now, they will take a little time to break in," the salesclerk said, as he wrapped them up. "They will be a little stiff at first. All new shoes are like that. You must wear them a little until they loosen up. But soon they will be like old friends."

Nancy Jean was very excited. She skipped all the way home, with her new shoes held tightly in her arms. And she didn't even mind there was no money left over to buy an ice cream at the Avon Street store - because she had the prettiest new shoes in town!

Now the very next day, Nancy's school was having a picnic. And of course, Nancy wanted to wear her brand new shoes.

"I think you had better wear your sneakers," her mother said. "There will be lots of skipping and jumping and races to run. Your old sneakers will be just right for that." But Nancy would not listen. She wanted to wear her new shoes to the picnic and would hear of nothing else.

"Very well," her mother said. "But I think you are making a mistake."

So away Nancy scampered to the picnic in her brand new shoes. She could hardly wait to get there. She was so excited that her big blue eyes sparkled almost as much as her shiny new shoes.

But when Nancy came home after school, she was not so happy. In fact, she could hardly keep back the tears at all.

"Mommy," she cried, "my shiny new shoes hurt my feet. And they were no good for running or jumping in, and I came last in all the races."

"Well, my dear," her mother said, "I think you have learned a lesson. Sometimes what is bright and shiny is not always best. Sometimes it is better to wear the right thing for the right purpose. The clothes must suit the occasion. What do you think, Nancy?"

"I think you are right, mother," Nancy said.

ome rides she couldn't even remember. She had had cotton candy and hot dogs and lots of other things to eat. But the thing she liked best, was her toy balloon.

Robin was bored silly. His dad was working all week and his mother was busy with the twins and it had rained too many days. There was nothing to do. Or, nothing he hadn't done already.

"Mom says it sometimes," Robin said " - and there's nothing to do. Dad, can we go fishing?"

"Well," said his father, finishing up his tea. "I'd like to. I surely would. But I've to to get back to work. We'll go fishing on Sunday, like I promised."

"But I want to go right now," Robin complained. "You're always working and mom is so busy and it's never Sunday!"

"Now hold on just a minute," his father said. "Calm down. Sunday is the day after tomorrow. Why don't you play with your toys or go over and call for Billy?"

"I did that," Robin said, "and Billy's sick or something. Besides, dad, I want to go with you." Robin was pretty said.

His father looked at his watch. "My, I've got to be going," he said, and got up from the table.

"Robin!" his mother scolded, as she came in from the clothesline. "Leave your father alone, dear. You know he's got to get back to work."

His father put on his hat, bent down and gave Robin a quick hug. "I'll be back, Peg, as soon as I can. - See you suppertime, son." And he headed out the door.

His father looked back for a goodbye wave. But Robin wasn't watching. He had his head down in his hands and he looked like he was crying.

His father checked his watch again, hesitated a moment, then turned off the motor of the car and got out.

"Come here, son," he said. "Come over here and sit down."

Robin came over and put his arms around his father's big leg. "Dad, I want to come with you," he sobbed. "We never get to go anywhere..."

"I know," said his father, softly, "I know." And he picked Robin up and sat him down on the hood of the car.

"Hey, there - let's dry your eyes," and he pulled out his big, white handkerchief.

"Listen to me, son," he said. "I know it's hard. But I've got to work. It's hard on me, too. There's nothing I like more in this world than spending time with you. But people have to work, especially fathers.

There's groceries to buy and rent to pay and money for things that kids don't know anything about. And the only way I can get it, son, is to work - and to work hard."

"But every day, dad?" Robin asked, looking up at his father.

"Well, almost....we need the money. And I don't have much choice right now.

It's my job to look after the family - Number One. It's the big problem fathers all over the world have. They want to be home more, but they can't. It's hard being a father - and lonely too, sometimes. But it's our job and we try to do it.

We get some time together," his father said, "now don't we? And soon, there'll be more. We're going fishing on Sunday for sure. It won't be long. And it'll be lots of fun."

"Hey, now," his father continued, "and we're still pretty lucky. Look, some father have to o away to work - far away. Fathers in the army, and fishermen who go on the ocean, and lots of men like that. So, see how lucky we are - we have some time together. I know it's not much. And when things are better, there will be more. I promise.

But we'll always have to work, Robin - at least until you're grown up."

Robin nodded his head.

"Now I've really got to go, son. I'm late already. You dig some worms and get them ready for Sunday, eh?"

Robin's face brightened a little. But his father still hesitated. "You understand, don't you, son?...Some day you'll have kids of your own - and, when you grow up, you'll understand more."

"Sure," said his father. "That's what 'grown-up' is about. Understanding. - Okay?"

"Okay," said Robin.

"Good," said his dad.

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to be just so much fun. One day, she thought of an especially good idea. She would invite her friend Nancy Jean over for a little dinner party. Her mother said it would be alright. "Now what do you think you girls would like to have?" her mother asked. "Hot dogs and pop, maybe?"

"No!" said Kit-Kat, with a twinkle in her eye. "We would like to have fried baloney and macaroni."

"Alright," her mother said. "If that's what you want. I'll have it all ready for three o'clock. You get your little table and chairs set up, and call Nancy Jean."

Nancy Jean was very pleased to be invited to the dinner party. Her mother dressed her in her finest clothes and she arrived promptly at three o'clock, all ready to dine.

"Oh, thank you for inviting me," Nancy said. "You are very kind."

"It's my pleasure," Kit-Kat told her, but she could hardly keep from laughing.

Now when Kit-Kat's mother brought over the little plates of friend baloney and macaroni, Kit-Kat jumped right in and started eating heartily. "Mmm...this is so good," she said.

But Nancy Jean could hardly eat a bite. If there was anything she couldn't stand it was fried baloney and macaroni...and grape pop - oh, no! She was very disappointed. Kit-Kat knew that she did not like this dinner. It was just another one of Kit-Kat Roger's terrible tricks!

Now of course, Nancy Jean was very angry. But being the good natured level headed little girl she was, she said nothing and told Kit-Kat's mother she was just not hungry today.

Kit-Kat just laughed. "Oh, I can't imagine why?" she said. "It tastes so-o-o good." And she ate every last bite.

Now a few days went by, and Kit-Kat received an invitation to come to Nancy's house for dinner. Kit-Kat was very excited. She washed and dressed and arrived at Nancy Jean's house at exactly the appointed time - all ready for a wonderful and tasty meal.

"Thank you so much for inviting me, Nancy," Kit-Kat said. "You are so very kind."

"Believe me," said Nancy Jean. "The pleasure is all mine."

But you can imagine Kit-Kat's surprise when Nancy's mother brought over the dinner. It was creamed asparagus and lime pop.

"Oh dear!" cried Kit-Kat. "I can't eat this. It's the only thing I really can't stand!" And she jumped up and ran home to her mother in tears.

"It isn't fair" Kit-Kat said, when she told her mother all about it. "And it isn't very nice either!" she cried.

"I'm afraid someone has played a trick back on you, this time," her mother said. "I'm sure Nancy was not trying to be mean, but just teaching you a lesson."

"Well it's a hard way to learn," Kit-Kat said.

"Maybe so," her mother agreed. "But you play far too many tricks on people, my dear. I keep telling you, 'Kit-Kat, don't do that!' But you won't listen and go right ahead and do it anyway. It may be fun for you, but it's not fun for your friends. It hurts them and makes them angry and if you keep it up, soon you will have no friends at all."

"I can see that now," Kit-Kat said. "It seems like so much fun to play tricks on other people. But I didn't know it hurt them and made them angry - until someone played one back on me."

And after that, whenever Kit-Kat wanted to play a trick on someone, ever so badly, and it seemed like so much fun, she remembered her mother's wise words:

"Kit-Kat don't do that!"

These words reminded her that you shouldn't play tricks on people, unless you liked having the same tricks played back on you.

"Why do cars need grease and oil, dad?" Robin asked his father. "So they can go?"

"Well, not exactly, Robin," his dad said. "Gas makes them go. But it is the grease and oil that makes them run smoothly."

So Robin and his dad drove down to Mr. Casey's Service Station. Robin was very excited. He was going to see the cars go high in the air. The garage had a hoist that could life cars right off the ground. It must be the strongest thing in the world!

And Robin could watch. It was Saturday morning and Robin could spend time with his dad and go right into a real service station and watch. "Wow! Maybe I'll be a mechanic when I grow up," Robin thought.

Mr. Casey's service station was very busy. Some people were getting tires changed; some people were having their cars fixed and others, were just getting gas to drive around.

"We will!" said Robin. He was happy to go inside a real garage.

Inside, Mr. Casey was indeed very busy. The telephone was ringing and people were waiting and his helper was busy putting gas in people's cars. Mr. Casey looked tired.

"Can you do our car, Mr. Casey?" Robin's father asked politely. But Mr. Casey said nothing. "Do you have time for a grease and oil job, Mr. Casey?" Robin's dad asked again.

Mr. Casey put down his tools. "What!" he said. "Goodness gracious, I can't do everything. Go and stand over there!" And he went back to work.

Robin's father looked angry. Mr. Casey did not talk in nice voice and Robin was a little scared. But his father said nothing; just looked out the window and rubbed his forehead. Then he walked back over to see Mr. Casey.

"Mr. Casey, Sir," he said politely, but in a firm voice. "If you do not have time for us today, then please tell us, and we will be glad to come back another day. That's only fair."

Mr. Casey looked up from under a car, wiping his greasy hands on a rag. Robin was listening to everything.

"I'm sorry, Jim," Mr. Casey said, after a moment. "I don't mean to be rude. But it's been one of those days. You and your boy wait out front - have a pop - there's some in the cooler. And I'll get you in right after this car. It won't be long."

"Thanks, Mr. Casey," Robin's father said.

"Boy!" said Robin, when they set down. "Mr. Casey seemed pretty mad. I didn't think he liked us."

"Sure he did," Robin's father said. "But he was busy and tired and forgot his manners. People do that sometimes, even grown-ups. That's why it's important to always remember yours, son - to always be polite."

"Manners are important?" asked Robin. "Even when people are mean to you?"

"They sure are," said his father. "They smooth things over, Robin, and they help people get along with people. We need them, to help things run smoothly."

"You mean they are oil and grease for people?" Robin asked.

"Yes," said his father, laughing. "I guess they are. They help everything run smoothly, alright. My! You are certainly growing up, my boy," Robin's dad said, and he looked especially pleased.

"Yes," said Robin, "I sure am. And I'm going to be just like you, dad."

"Better," his father said, "Better!"

A moral collection of stories that you can read to children again and again at Bedtime. Charming stories that instills in them a sense of ethics and a sensible approach to life and the process of growing up.Originally published in 1986 by the Genie Press/Daily News Halifax - 5000 paper back copies sold out and a copy is republished here online, free, compliments of the author & publisher for the children. Completely free on the internet to all.

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N.B. These stories were inspired by and originally written for my four lovely children. (now all adults)

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