"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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