A Good Job Done
The farmer’s son was returning from the market with a crate of chickens his father had entrusted to him, when all of a sudden the box fell and broke open. Chickens scurried off in different directions, but the determined boy walked all over the neighborhood scooping up the wayward birds and returning them to the repaired crate. Hoping he had found them all, the boy reluctantly returned home, expecting the worst.
“Pa, the chickens got loose,” the boy confessed sadly, “but I managed to find all twelve of them.”
“Well, you done a good job, son,” the farmer beamed, “because you only left with seven.”
Meetings
Mr. Frobisher always scheduled the weekly staff meeting for 4:30 on Friday afternoons.
When one of the employees finally got up the nerve to ask why, he explained, “I will tell you why – I’ve learned that’s the only time of the week when none of you seem to want to argue with me.”
Project Picture
My 12 year old daughter asked me, “Mom, do you have a baby picture of yourself? I need it for a school project.” I gave her one without thinking to ask what the project was.
A few days later I was in her classroom for a parent-teacher meeting when I noticed my face pinned to a mural the students had created.
The title of their project was: “The oldest thing in my house.”
