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Patsy’s Pantry

Note: This story uses British spelling.

“Mmm … scrumptious,” twelve-year-old Conley McArdent mumbled through a mouthful. “The best shortbread I’ve ever tasted.”

“Don’t exaggerate,” responded his fourteen-year-old sister, Patsy.

“I mean it.”

“Really? It was just a wee experiment—throwing the usual ingredients together type of thing. You know—butter, flour, sugar and all. Naught special, except the butter, of course … Ballyrashane.”

“But they are so good,” Conley said, reaching for the plate. Patsy stayed his hand.

“That’s your fifth. I only made four for each of our guests.”


“Okay, Con, since you are a satisfied customer, go ahead. Merrill and Moira and their children will eat ’em, and Mike and Maggie, of course—but their daughter, Megan, might pass—she’s on some kind of a diet.”

Conley’s eyes lit up. “Speaking of customers, I bet I could sell these.”

“What? Sell my dinky biscuits?”

“Aye. You don’t think so?”

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Benjamin’s Secret

The sun rose softly over the hilly horizon, casting its golden rays over the calm Sea of Galilee as it shimmered in the distance. Benjamin opened his eyes as a ray of sunlight slanted into his bedroom window. He threw off his blankets, headed toward the window, and blinked in the bright light.

He looked out at the village below. The flat roofs of the houses dotted the hillside all the way down to the main town road. A company of soldiers marched past the synagogue toward the main square. Today was market day. By noon, the main street would be crowded with people: merchants from faraway countries selling their goods, travelers on their way to Jerusalem telling tales of distant places they had been to, and local villagers selling their fruits and vegetables. And not far from there were the fishermen by the shore, fixing their nets, telling tales of their fishing adventures.

“Are you ready yet?” called Keren, Benjamin's mother, from the kitchen.

“Yes, Mother.”

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Where Love Is, God Is Also

In a Russian city there lived a shoemaker, Martin Avdyeitch, whose home was in a basement, a little room with one window that looked out on the street. Through the window he used to watch the people passing by, and although he could only see their feet, Martin recognized people by their boots. He had lived for many years in one place, had many acquaintances, and few pairs of boots in his district had not been in his hands at least once. Some he would half-sole, some he would patch, some he would stitch around, and occasionally he would also fit them with new uppers. Consequently, he often recognized his work through the window.

Martin had plenty to do, because he was a faithful workman, used good materials, did not charge exorbitantly, and kept his word. If it was possible for him to finish an order by a certain time, he would accept it; otherwise, he would not deceive—he would tell the person so beforehand. Everyone knew Martin Avdyeitch, and he was never out of work.

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A Thought for the Day: Giving to Jesus

S&S link: Character Building: Values and Virtues: Service-2a

Contributed by R. A. Watterson. Illustration by Jeremy. Colors by Sandra Reign.
All verses are taken from the American King James Version.

Copyright © 2013 by The Family International


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The Loving Deeds Contest

S&S link: Character Building: Personal Responsibility: Service-2d

Contributed by R. A. Watterson. Illustration by Zeb. Design by Stefan Merour.
Copyright © 2013 by The Family International


PDF: The Loving Deeds Contest
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Kidnapping in Greendale

A Five Squad Adventure


“I thought you were going to be catching all your own food on this trip,” Karen said to Kento and Earl.

“Well, we haven’t had time to go fishing yet,” said Kento.

“Mmm-mmm,” Earl mumbled through a mouthful of food.     

The Five Squad members were sitting around a campfire, munching sandwiches that Karen had prepared while the boys had been setting up the tents. It was the evening of the first day of spring break, and Christopher, Susan, Kento, Earl, and Karen, accompanied by Earl’s uncle Williams—a park ranger—were camped out under a group of trees in the middle of Pine Ridge Forest, an hour’s drive from their hometown of Sheldon.

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