Once, there was a boy who loved to read and learn. He got new books all the time, and made big, tall stacks out of the books that he read. He learned all sorts of things about the world and how it worked. He learned how to do things that made everything easier for him.
Eventually, he read all the books he could ever find! There were so many, he made a castle out of all of them. But he never shared what he learned with anyone, so he never made any doors for anyone to come in, or windows for them to look in or out of. He was trapped inside his book castle, and it was dark, so he couldn't even read anymore.
He went to the dining hall, where the cookbooks were. He knew all about every food and drink there was and who made them. But he still wasn't happy.
He went to the living room, where the books about ancient people were. He knew all about how they lived and what they thought. But he still wasn't happy.
He went to the garden, where the books about plants and animals were. He knew all their names and where they came from. But he still wasn't happy.
He went to the tower, where the books about the stars and the sky were. He knew all about the different things in space. But he still wasn't happy.
He was stuck for so long, the grass got brown, and vines started to grow between the books. After a while, the books got dirty. The boy stopped caring, though. Why would he care about them when they had no use? Now, they just seemed to take up space.
One day, though, the boy heard a strange noise. Like someone shuffling something off of a shelf. He ran over, and there was a hole where a book should have been! He looked through, and there was someone else! Someone else, reading his book!
"Hey!" He yelled, "That's mine!"
"Oh!" Came another boy's startled voice, "I-I didn't know! I'm sorry. Do you want me to put it back?"
Before he had the time to move the book back into it's hole, the boy inside said "No!" He thought if he gave this new person his books, he could get out. But then he thought about someone else knowing all the things he did. Now, he wouldn't be trapped or alone. He would have a friend. "You keep it," he said.
They talked for a long time. They couldn't see each other very well through the little hole the book left, so they had to tell each other about themselves. The boy on the outside had blonde hair, and the boy on the inside had black hair. The blonde-haired boy loved learning as much as the black-haired boy. It was so wonderful! Soon, they got to know each other better. Every day, the blonde-haired boy came back and read a new book.
One day, the very last book was gone, and the black-haired boy was finally free. Suddenly, he was scared. "What did you do with all the books?" He asked. Oh, no! What if he made a castle out of them, too!
The blonde-haired boy smiled back at him and said, "I gave one to every new person I met. Now, everyone has their own book. And everyone can share what they know with each other." Now, the black-haired boy was truly not alone.
Now, he was happy.
Subject: A Curently Unnamed Childrens' Book! 
Sat Jun 29, 2013 12:48 am
