The Story of 3 Red MarblesThe Story of 3 Red MarblesDeep within the West Virginia Mountains there was this townIt was like any other townAnd with this town there was a storeOwned by a Mr. WilsonA shy middle aged man with little to do with his timeEvery day he would open and every night he would close his storeWatching the people go about there lives and daily choresAnd every day the three poor boys from the other side of the river would make their way to his storeThese three poor boys always covered in dirtNever once did they buy anything, but only stare at the candies and foods they wished they could haveOne day Mr. Wilson offered the boys some milk and bread to take back to their familiesBut the poor boys shook their heads no and went on their waySo Mr. Wilson thought and the next day offered it to them again and said, "I will trade you anything for some milk or bread."But the poor boys shook their heads again and said, "Sorry Sir, but we have nothing to give you in return.""Nothing? Hmm
Ch. 1 Cold Nights....The sun had set
it had to be one of the coldest nights of the year, the snow was falling so fast the plows were working twice as hard and all threw the night. Every time a car would pass I would shiver horrible as the wind would cut threw my thin shirt and pants. I wrapped my scarf a bit tighter around my neck and over the face guard of my helmet and hugged my skateboard to my chest in a failed attempt at trying to block the wind but it only seemed to make it worse."c-come on
give me a break!" , I said in a loud whisper knowing no one could hear me
an even if they could its not like they would help me. To them I was just a dirty street mutt
although occasionally you had the people that felt sorry for me and would hand me a couple spare coins they managed to dig out of their pockets.I had finally made it to the corner and stopped to catch my breath which was a mistake on my part when a large snow plow turned the corner and sent a wave of snow crashing down on me.