Bobby knew, even if it was true, this letter was not going to get him a bike.

Now, Bobby was very upset. He went downstairs and told his mom that he wanted to

go to church.

Bobby’s mother thought that her plan had worked, as Bobby looked very sad.

Just be home in time for dinner, Bobby’s mother told him.

Bobby walked down the street to the church on the corner.

Little Bobby went into the church and up to the altar.

He looked around to see if anyone was there.

Bobby bent down and picked up a small statue of Mary, the mother of God.

He slipped the statue under his shirt and ran out of the church, down the street, into

the house, and up to his room.

He shut the door of his room and sat down with a piece of paper and pen.

Bobby began to write his letter to God.

-Ritcha Rao