by Michele Elaine Wilson © 1997
Sean had finished the preparations for the evening's business. All the glasses were shining, the bar was stocked, and the floor and tables were clean. He came over to the doorway and watched the children playing in the yard. In spite of his massive size, none of the children were afraid of him and they rushed over when they saw him standing there.
"A story! A story! Oh please, Sean, tell us a story." The children clamored around him begging him for one of his stories.
"Well, why not," Sean said. "Ye have all been playing so nicely that I think ye have earned yourselves a story." He led the way over to the old oak tree and sat down leaning against the trunk while the children ranged themselves in a semicircle around him. With a smile for the children he began.
"Now this be a story about recognizing the worth of what ye got and not always looking elsewhere to accumulate more."
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