The Duck And The Slave
There one was a little boy visiting his grandparents on their farm. He was given a slingshot to play with out in the woods, but no matter how much he practiced he could never hit the target.
Getting a little discouraged, he headed back for dinner. While walking back, he saw Grandma’s pet duck. Just out of impulse, he let the slingshot fly, hit the duck square in the head and killed it. The boy was both shocked and saddened!
In a panic, he hid the dead duck in the wood pile; only to see his sister watching! Sally had seen it all, but she said nothing.
After lunch the next day Grandma said, ‘Sally, let’s wash the dishes’
But Sally said, ‘Grandma, Johnny told me he wanted to help in the kitchen.’
Then she whispered to him, ‘Remember the duck?’
So Johnny did the dishes.
Later that day, Grandpa asked if the children wanted to go fishing and Grandma said, ‘I’m sorry but I need Sally to help make supper.’
Sally just smiled and said, ‘Well that’s all right because Johnny told me he wanted to help’
She whispered again, ‘Remember the duck?’ So Sally went fishing and Johnny stayed to help.
After several day of Johnny doing both his chores and Sally’s; he finally couldn’t stand it any longer.
He came to Grandma and confessed that he had killed the duck. Grandma knelt down, gave him a hug and said, ‘Sweetheart, I know. You see, I was standing at the window and I saw the whole thing, but because I love you, I forgave you. I was just wondering how long you would let Sally make a slave of you.’
The author of this spiritual story is unknown and greatly appreciated!