The Miracle

by Jan B.

Rated G

Ending to Story Starter #6


Mike rested his chin against the gavel, and wished he had put in his say first. Now he held the deciding vote. On the one hand, a nice turkey dinner with all the fixing sounded so good. On the other hand, the rent was due. Surely Mr. Babbit wouldn't throw them out for being late this time, Mike tried to convince himself. However, Mike himself had lost count of the number of times they had been late. Sure, Mr. Babbit was always threatening to throw them out. Mike just didn't believe he should press his luck this time. Playing on Mr. Babbit's threats were like playing Russian Roulette.

"Ok, I think we should just skip the dinner this year," Mike said bravely.

"What?! You've got to be kidding me! Thanksgiving only comes once a year," Micky retorted, slamming his hands on the table.

"We can't afford it this time, I'm sorry! The bills should be paid first anyway. It shows integrity," Mike snapped back.

"Mike is right. Mr. Babbit will throw us out if we don't pay up," Peter tried to reason with Micky.

"Pshaw! He won't throw us out. He always says that," Micky told them.

"Mate, I agree with Peter and Mike. This could be the time where Babbit says "enough is enough". We do tend to be habitually late on the rent," Davy told him.

"Well fine! I can't believe you don't want to celebrate Thanksgiving," Micky said.

"We can still celebrate. We have tuna in the pantry, some chips, half a bottle of milk, and perhaps we have just enough ingredients to make some cookies for dessert," Peter said.

"Yeah, and we can watch the football games afterward," Mike said.

"Forget it! I was looking forward to a real Thankgiving dinner! I'm going to my room!" Micky pouted. Before he could leave though, the doorbell rang. Micky answered it and saw a little old man there with a huge basket.

"Hello young man. My name's Allen Peabody. This is for you, from Lighthouse Church," the man said, handing Micky the basket.

"What is it?" Micky asked.

"A gift of love," the man answered and walked away. As Micky shut the door, he brought the basket over to the table. Mike, Peter, and Davy crowded around to see what was in the basket. As Micky opened it, he couldn't believe his eyes. Inside were tubs of turkey, dressing, gravy, slaw, mashed potatos, a pan of rolls, and two pumpkin pies.

"Oh man! Look at all that food!" Mike said with excitement. The boys began to dig into the containers when Micky suddenly stopped them.

"Hey guys, there is a letter in here," Micky said. As he opened it, he read:

Dear Boys,

I hope you will enjoy your Thanksgiving Feast. I am a member of Lighthouse Church. When I heard the Senior Club was putting together a food basket ministry, I immediately thought of you four and your hungry faces. So I gave the chairman your name and address. Sorry I couldn't deliver this to you myself, but I am with my daughter today. Remember, the Lord always provides. Be good, and I'll see you in a few days.

Your loving neighbor,

Mrs. Purdy

Micky sat stunned, ashamed of the way he had acted, and over a meal of all things. How kind of Mrs. Purdy to be concerned with them, when she probably had been busy herself getting ready to go out and see her daughter and grandchildren.

"Um Mike, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have acted the way I did," Micky said, hanging his head.

"That's ok. I'll forgive you on one condition," Mike said.

"What's that?" Micky asked.

"You run down to Mr. Babbit's with the rent money, and don't forget to invite him up here for Thanksgiving dinner," Mike said, as he patted Micky on the back.

Within minutes, Micky was back with Mr. Babbit. He thanked Mike for being so prompt with the rent, and the invitation to dinner. After Davy said a prayer of thanks, everyone devoured the food in front of them until they couldn't eat no more. The rest of the day was spent watching football and playing board games. As it turns out, it was the best Thanksgiving Micky ever had.

END

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