The Little Boy and the Dove - Page 3

The little boy closed his eyes again. He cried and cried and called out into the air, “Dove. Oh dove, won’t you come back and listen?” But when he opened his eyes, the dove was still not there.   

The little boy got up out of the swing.  He walked over the the rock and as he did, he began to feel angry.  “Why does everyone I like to away and leave me?” the little boy screamed.  He picked up a stick and started to hit the rock where the dove used to sit, slapping it hard with his stick. 

Just then, he heard a voice behind him.  It sounded like a man.  “Little boy, what’s the matter?” 

The little boy turned and looked up from the stick.  He saw a man who was walking toward him.  The man looked friendly.  He was wearing jeans and a faded flannel shirt. 

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