"Make way!" shouted the owner. He ran for the door, stepped outside, and fired another shot - bang! - at the disappearing bird. His shot was too late. The cob was safe in the sky, beyond the range of the gunfire. He was headed home, toward the southwest, high above the roofs and spires of Billings. In his beak was the trumpet. In his heart was the pain of having committed a crime.
"I have robbed a store," he said to himself. "I have become a thief. What a miserable fate for a bird of my excellent character and high ideals! Why did I do this? What led me to commit this awful crime? My past life has been blameless - a model of good behavior and correct conduct. I am by nature law-abiding. Why, oh, why did I do this?"
Then the answer came to him, as he flew steadily on through the evening sky. "I did it to help my son. I did it for love of my son Louis."
Discussion: In real life is it acceptable to do what the cob did? To steal for the love of someone? Please explain
Stealing is not a good thing to do, because it is stealing. You can end up in prison. Instead of stealing, you could ask your mom to buy. You could start a small business to raise money to buy something for the person in need. You could have a fundraiser to get money. There are many ways to get it without stealing.
ReplyDeleteI think the cob should help Louis pay for his actions.
ReplyDeletewell,the cobs actions...
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