"Corduroy" StoryBook Text & Gallery



Corduroy is a bear who once lived in the toy department of a big store.
Day after day he waited with all the other animals and dolls for someone to
come along and take him home.

The store was always filled with shoppers buying all sorts of things,
but no one ever seemed to want a small bear in green overalls.

Then one morning a little girl stopped and looked straight into
Corduroy's bright eyes.

“Oh, Mommy!” she said. “Look! There's the very bear I've always
wanted.”

“Not today, dear.” Her mother sighed. “I've spent too much already.

Besides, he doesn't look new. He's lost the button to one of his shoulder
straps.”

Corduroy watched them sadly as they walked away.

“I didn't know I'd lost a button,” he said to himself. “Tonight I'll go and
see if I can find it.”

Late that evening, when all the shoppers had gone and the doors were
shut and locked, Corduroy climbed carefully down from his shelf and began
searching everywhere on the floor for his lost button.

Suddenly he felt the floor moving under him! Quite by accident he
had stepped onto an escalator – and up he went!

“Could this be a mountain?” he wondered. “I think I've always wanted
to climb a mountain.”

He stepped off the escalator as it reached the next floor, and there,
before his eyes, was a most amazing sight – tables and chairs and lamps and
sofas, and rows and rows of beds. “This must be a palace!” Corduroy
gasped. “I guess I've always wanted to live in a palace.”

He wandered around admiring the furniture.

“This must be a bed,” he said. “I've always wanted to sleep in a bed.”
And up he crawled onto a large, thick mattress.

All at once he saw something small and round.

“Why, here's my button!” he cried. And he tried to
 pick it up. But, like all the other buttons on the mattress, it was tied down tight.

He yanked and pulled with both paws until POP! Off came the button
– and off the mattress Corduroy toppled, bang into a tall floor lamp. Over it
fell with a crash!

Corduroy didn't know it, but there was someone else awake in the
store. The night watchman was going his rounds on the floor above. When
he heard the crash he came dashing down the escalator.

“Now who in the world did that!” he exclaimed. “Somebody must be
hiding around here!”

He flashed his light under and over sofas and beds until he came to the
biggest bed of all. And there he saw two fuzzy brown ears sticking up from
under the cover.

“Hello!” he said. “How did you get upstairs?”

The watchman tucked Corduroy under his arm and carried him down
the escalator and set him on the shelf in the toy department with the other
animals and dolls.

Corduroy was just waking up when the first customers came into the
store in the morning. And there, looking at him with a wide, warm smile,
was the same little girl he'd seen only the day before.

“I'm Lisa,” she said, “and you're going to be my very own bear. Last
night I counted what I've saved in my piggy bank and my mother said I could bring you home.”

“Shall I put him in a box for you?” the saleslady asked.

“Oh, no thank you,” Lisa answered. And she carried Corduroy home in
her arms.

She ran all the way up four flights of stairs, into her family's
apartment, and straight to her own room.

Corduroy blinked. There was a chair and a chest of drawers, and
alongside a girl-size bed stood a little bed just the right size for him. The
room was small, nothing like that enormous palace in the department store.

“This must be home,” he said. “I know I've always wanted a home!”

Lisa sat down with Corduroy on her lap and began to sew a button on
his overalls.

“I like you the way you are,” she said, “but you'll be more comfortable
with your shoulder strap fastened.”

“You must be a friend,” said Corduroy. “I've always wanted a friend.”

“Me too!” said Lisa, and gave him a big hug.

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Notes:

At first, this book was a stand-alone story, but later, the author wrote a sequel called A Pocket for Corduroy. Later, other authors continued the series.

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The Tree of Life (Story)

A long time ago, there was a huge apple tree. A little boy loved to come and play around it everyday. He climbed to the tree top, ate the apples, took a nap under the shadow…He loved the tree and the tree loved to play with him. Time went by…..

A long time ago, there was a huge apple tree. A little boy loved to come and play around it everyday. He climbed to the treetop, ate the apples, and took a nap under the shadow.
He loved the tree and the tree loved to play with him. Time went by, the little boy had grown up and he no longer played around the tree every day.
One day, the boy came back to the tree and he looked sad.
“Come and play with me”, the tree asked the boy.
“I am no longer a kid, I do not play around trees any more” the boy replied.
“I want toys. I need money to buy them.”
“Sorry, but I do not have money, but you can pick all my apples and sell them. So, you will have money.”
The boy was so excited. He grabbed all the apples on the tree and left happily. The boy never came back after he picked the apples. The tree was sad.
One day, the boy who now turned into a man returned and the tree was excited.
“Come and play with me” the tree said.
“I do not have time to play. I have to work for my family. We need a house for shelter. Can you help me?”
“Sorry, but I do not have any house. But you can chop off my branches to build your house.” So the man cut all the branches of the tree and left happily. The tree was glad to see him happy but the man never came back since then. The tree was again lonely and sad.
One hot summer day, the man returned and the tree was delighted.
“Come and play with me!” the tree said.
“I am getting old. I want to go sailing to relax myself. Can you give me a boat?” said the man.
“Use my trunk to build your boat. You can sail far away and be happy.”
So the man cut the tree trunk to make a boat. He went sailing and never showed up for a long time.
Finally, the man returned after many years. “Sorry, my boy. But I do not have anything for you anymore. No more apples for you”, the tree said. “No problem, I do not have any teeth to bite” the
man replied.
“No more trunk for you to climb on.” “I am too old for that now” the man said. “I really cannot give you anything, the only thing left is my dying roots,” the tree said with tears.
“I do not need much now, just a place to rest. I am tired after all these years,” the man replied.
“Good! Old tree roots are the best place to lean on and rest, come sit down with me and rest.” The man sat down and the tree was glad and smiled with tears.
Author Unknown To Me
 

This is a story of everyone. The tree is like our parents. When we were young, we loved to play with our Mum and Dad. When we grow up, we leave them; only come to them when we need something or when we are in trouble. No matter what, parents will always be there and give everything they could just to make you happy.

 

You may think the boy is cruel to the tree, but that is how all of us treat our parents. We take them for granted; we don’t appreciate all they do for us, until it’s too late.

 
 

~ Moral: Treat your parents with loving care…. For you will know their value, when you see their empty chair…We never know the love of our parents for us; till we have become parents.

 
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The Paradox of our Times


THE PARADOX OF OUR TIMES

- His Holiness the Dalai Lama

 

Is that we have taller buildings, but shorter tempers

Wider freeways, but narrower viewpoints

 

We spend more, but we have less

We have bigger houses, but smaller families


More conveniences, but less time

We have more degrees, but less sense

More knowledge, but less judgment


More experts, but more problems

More medicines, but less wellness

 

We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values

We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often

 

We have learnt how to make a living, but not a life

We have added years to life, but not life to years


We’ve been all the way to the moon and back

But have trouble crossing the street to meet the new neighbour

 

We have conquered outer space, but not inner space

We’ve cleaned up the air, but polluted our soul

We’ve split the atom, but not our prejudice


We’ve higher incomes, but lower morals

We’ve become long on quantity but short on quality

 

These are the times of tall men, and short character

Steep profits, and shallow relationships


These are the times of world peace, but domestic warfare

More leisure, but less fun; more kinds of food, but less nutrition


These are the days of two incomes, but more divorces

Of fancier houses, but broken homes

 

It is a time when there is much in the show window

And nothing in the stockroom


A time when technology can bring this letter to you

And a time when you can choose


Either to make a difference.... or just hit, delete. 

Remember to spend some time with your loved ones,
because they are not going to be around forever.
Remember to say, “I love you” to your partner and your loved ones, but most of all mean it.
A kiss and an embrace will mend hurt when it comes from deep inside of you.
And always remember, life is not measured by number of breaths we take,
but by those moments that take our breath away.    – Dr. Bob Moorehead
 
20 of the most powerful paradoxes of life examples include-
The Social Media ParadoxMore connectedness, less connected   
The Talking Paradox - "We have two ears and one mouth so that we can listen twice as much as we speak." - Epictetus 
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Write Your Feelings - Short Story


Short story of the Day:
Two friends were walking through the desert. During some point of the journey they had an argument and one friend slapped the other one in the face.

The one who got slapped was hurt, but without saying anything, wrote in the sand: "Today my best friend slapped me in the face."

They kept on walking, until they found an oasis, where they decided to take a bath. The one who had been slapped got stuck in the mire and started drowning, but the friend saved him. After he recovered from the near drowning, he wrote on a stone: "Today my best friend saved my life."

The friend who had slapped and saved his best friend asked him, "After I hurt you, you wrote in the sand and now, you write on a stone. Why?"

The other friend replied, "When someone hurts us we should write it down in sand where winds of forgiveness can erase it away. But when someone does something good for us, we must engrave it in stone where no wind can ever erase it." 
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Story of the Day: Ugly, The Cat

This is a story about a cat named 'Ugly' with an inner BEAUTY that only those that care, can see.

Everyone in the apartment complex I lived in knew who Ugly was. Ugly was the resident tomcat. Ugly loved three things in this world: fighting, eating garbage, and shall we say, love. The combination of these things, combined with a life spent outside had their effect on Ugly.

To start with, he had only one eye, and where the other should have been was a gaping hole. He was also missing his ear on the same side, his left foot has appeared to have been badly broken at one time, and had healed at an unnatural angle, making him look like he was always turning the corner.

His tail has long since been lost, leaving only the smallest stub, which he would constantly jerk and twitch. Ugly would have been a dark gray tabby striped-type, except for the sores covering his head, neck, even his shoulders with thick, yellowing scabs. Every time someone saw Ugly there was the same reaction. "That's one UGLY cat!!"

All the children were warned not to touch him, the adults threw rocks at him, hosed him down, squirted him when he tried to come in their homes, or shut his paws in the door when he would not leave. Ugly always had the same reaction. If you turned the hose on him, he would stand there, getting soaked until you gave up and quit. If you threw things at him, he would curl his lanky body around feet in forgiveness. Whenever he spied children, he would come running meowing frantically and bump his head against their hands, begging for their love. If you ever picked him up he would immediately begin suckling on your shirt, earrings, whatever he could find.

One day Ugly shared his love with the neighbors huskies. They did not respond kindly, and Ugly was badly mauled. From my apartment I could hear his screams, and I tried to rush to his aid. By the time I got to where he was laying, it was apparent Ugly's sad life was almost at an end.

Ugly lay in a wet circle, his back legs and lower back twisted grossly out of shape, a gaping tear in the white strip of fur that ran down his front. As I picked him up and tried to carry him home I could hear him wheezing and gasping, and could feel him struggling. I must be hurting him terribly I thought. Then I felt a familiar tugging, sucking sensation on my ear-Ugly, in so much pain, suffering and obviously dying was trying to suckle my ear. I pulled him closer to me, and he bumped the palm of my hand with his head, then he turned his one golden eye towards me, and I could hear the distinct sound of purring. Even in the greatest pain, that ugly battled-scarred cat was asking only for a little affection, perhaps some compassion.

At that moment I thought Ugly was the most beautiful, loving creature I had ever seen. Never once did he try to bite or scratch me, or even try to get away from me, or struggle in any way. Ugly just looked up at me completely trusting in me to relieve his pain.

Ugly died in my arms before I could get inside, but I sat and held him for a long time afterwards, thinking about how one scarred, deformed little stray could so alter my opinion about what it means to have true pureness of spirit, to love so totally and truly. Ugly taught me more about giving and compassion than a thousand books, lectures, or talk show specials ever could, and for that I will always be thankful.

He had been scarred on the outside, but I was scarred on the inside, and it was time for me to move on and learn to love truly and deeply. To give my total to those I cared for.

Many people want to be richer, more successful, well liked, beautiful, but for me, I will always try to be Ugly.

~~Author unknown~~

Updated Story

i read this story on tumblr and the cat lived
    .... Ugly just looked up at me completely trusting in me to relieve his pain. Ugly was going to die, I could tell, so I rushed inside and called the nearest vet, who got there within a minute. They took Ugly in and he had countless operations and procedures, but he came through. They had to keep him in the vet for a while as he was badly hurt and scarred but I visited him everyday and he just got more loving everytime I visited him. After about two weeks they let me take him home, having fixed him up as much as they could. I kept him for about three years, but sadly he died of old age in his sleep. But Ugly taught me more about giving and compassion than a thousand books, lectures, or talk show specials ever could, and for that I will always be thankful. Many people want to be richer, more successful, well liked, beautiful, but for me, I will always try to be Ugly. Many people want to be richer, more successful, well liked, beautiful, but for me, I will always try to be Ugly.
i dont know what to believe now
Archived Original Story source fromSuzie's Castle (1999 )

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Poem of the Day : The Red Mustang


The young man saw a 4 Sale sign
On an old Mustang and thought
"That has to be mine!"
He pulled his dad's car to the side of the road
And wondered how that '65 red baby drove

An ol' lady saw him peek his head in
She said "I couldn't sell this to you"
As she forced a little grin
    "You see son, it's been garaged
    In that special place in the yard
    And every morning I start her up
    And drink my coffee there
    Thinking of all the good times
    That my husband and I had shared

    It's been a link between us
    For all these many years
    And I really hate to sell her
    As she wiped away some tears
    But now this house is too much for me
    And I no longer can hold on to this memory

    And somehow I'd like to sell it
    To someone who'd understand
    That this car must be treated kindly
    Even though it's second hand
He looked at the frail ol' lady
As he walked up and touched her hand
He said, Because I'm just a young kid
Don't think I don't understand

If you'd allow me to buy this car
No matter how far you are
I'll drive by there once a week
So you can drink your coffee
In the passengers seat...

And I will go for a nice long walk
So you and your husband can quietly talk

Well, she sold that red Mustang to him
In hopes that he didn't lie
And every Sunday morning
The young man would drive it by

And now he has a little son
Who's been brought up to understand
No matter how that red car fades
He'll keep it as long as he can

© Elaine Hall
All Rights Reserved 

 
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Short Story of the Day: Seven Wonders Of The World


A group of students were asked to list what they thought were the present "Seven Wonders of the World." Though there were some disagreements , the following received the most votes:
    1 . Egypt ' s Great Pyramids
    2 . Taj Mahal
    3 . Grand Canyon
    4 . Panama Canal
    5 . Empire State Building
    6 . St . Peter' s Basilica
    7 . China ' s Great Wall

While gathering the votes, the teacher noted that one student had not finished her paper yet . So she asked the girl if she was having trouble with her list. The girl replied , "Yes , a little . I couldn' t quite make up my mind because there were so many . "
The teacher said , "Well , tell us what you have , and maybe we can help . " The girl hesitated , then read , "I think the ' Seven Wonders of the World' are :
    1 . to see
    2 . to hear
    3 . to touch
    4 . to taste
    5 . to feel
    6 . to laugh
    7 . and to love . "

The room was so quiet you could have heard a pin drop . The things we overlook as simple and ordinary and that we take for granted are truly wondrous!

A gentle reminder - - that the most precious things in life cannot be built by hand or bought by man . 💝

 THE GIFT OF LISTENING . . .

But you must REALLY listen . No interrupting, no daydreaming , no planning your response . Just listening.
 

THE GIFT OF AFFECTION . . .

Be generous with appropriate hugs , kisses , pats on the back and handholds . Let these small actions demonstrate the love you have for family and friends .
 

THE GIFT OF LAUGHTER . . .

Clip cartoons . Share articles and funny stories . Your gift will say, " I love to laugh with you . "
 

THE GIFT OF A WRITTEN NOTE . . .

It can be a simple " Thanks for the help " note or a full sonnet . A brief , handwritten note may be remembered for a lifetime , and may even change a life.
 

THE GIFT OF A COMPLIMENT . . .

A simple and sincere , " You look great in red ," "You did a super job " or " That was a wonderful meal " can make someones day .
 

THE GIFT OF A FAVOR . . .

Every day , go out of your way to do something kind .
 

THE GIFT OF SOLITUDE . . .

There are times when we want nothing better than to be left alone . Be sensitive to those times and give the gift of solitude to others .
 

THE GIFT OF A CHEERFUL DISPOSITION . . .

The easiest way to feel good is to extend a kind word to someone , really it ' s not that hard to say, Hello or Thank You . Friends are a very rare jewel , indeed . They make you smile and encourage you to succeed . They lend an ear , they share a word of praise , and they always want to open their hearts to us.


 
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