Article January 1, 2002 ISSUE

Big Sister and Little Bear

Text and Illustrations by Manfred Krüger,—G<i>ermany</i>

Riding a bike is nice. But if your bike is chained with a heavy lock and you've lost the key, you're in a pickle. Especially if you want to ride your bike to school the next morning. This is what happened to Lisa. She was searching everywhere for the key to her bike. But she wasn't finding it.

She asked her Mom and Dad, “Did you see my bicycle key?” They hadn't.

She called to her little brother, “Tim, did you see my bicycle key?” But he didn't hear her. “I wonder what he's doing,” she thought as she poked her head through the door of his room.

Tim had turned his room into an Indian camp. He was wearing a feather headdress on his head, which he had made himself. And his face was painted with many colors.

A table that was turned upside down and wrapped in a blanket was his tent. Tim's name wasn't Tim any more, but Little Bear, like one Native American hero he knew.

Of course, Lisa didn't know that. So she asked again, “Tim, do you know where my key is?”

But Tim — no, his name now was Little Bear — was right then riding on the back of his pony through the prairie. “Yippee!” he shouted when he saw Lisa standing in the door. And he threw his lasso (a piece of Mom's clothesline) out for her. “You brat!” she yelled back. Then she turned around and slammed the door shut.

The key never turned up that evening.

When Lisa woke up the next morning, she had calmed down. “I shouldn't have gotten so mad at Tim,” she thought. Before she started on her way to school (on foot, of course), she quietly looked in on her brother. Tim wasn't sleeping in his bed. He was lying down, all rolled up in his camp.

Lisa knelt down next to him. “I love you lots,” she whispered.

As she was doing that, she felt a cold piece of metal under her knee. Lisa couldn't believe it. Hidden under the blankets, towels, and pillows of the Indian camp was her lost bicycle key. Just like that. Till today, nobody knows how it got there — really! Tim insisted it wasn't him.

Lisa had listened to a good thought from God. The love she had for her brother came from God, who is Love itself. Love helped her find her key. God helps everyone to share love with others.

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