The Little Bubbling Brook  Once there was, in a far away land, a beautiful bubbling brook. This little brook was very unusual in many ways. Filled with gold and jewels and hidden treasures everywhere, but no one seemed to care for this beautiful little brook. People walked by it every day and didn't think twice about what a special place this was. All kinds of things did this little brook offer along with the songs it sang. No one could hear it except for the angels. Until one day, as I walked by, I thought I heard someone cry. As I looked all around I saw on the ground the paper and bottles and cans. They were flowing along in the water too! I realized that the cry I heard came from the little brook. As I listened it said, "They've messed up my bed and now I no longer sing. All I can do is cry, no matter how hard I try." Standing there, I thought, "What can I do to help?" Then like a flash of lightening it came to me. I waded into the brook and worked and worked and worked until I cleaned every chunk of junk out of the little brook. Then to my surprise, the little brook bubbled over with joy and sang the most beautiful song I had ever heard. It was like the singing of angels along with beautiful chimes and harps, so high and lovely and full of charm. As the brook thanked me with its songs, I was filled with the joy of an angel! I felt so light and full of life! I'd found a friend I knew this was true. A beautiful bubbling brook of joy. A lifetime friend of peace without end.
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