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| Narrator: |
Our story is about a boy who was very fond of horses. He continually
begged his father to buy one for him. He wanted a horse so much,
he saved every coin he earned to help pay. One day, he believed
he had saved up enough, and went to his father. |
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| Son: |
Father, I know horses cost a lot of money, but I think I have
earned enough to buy one. See, I have 2 denari already! |
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| Father: |
Son, I’m glad you have the money, but I’m afraid that
won’t be nearly enough. |
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| Son: |
Alright, I’ll keep working then, I particularly like the
kind of horse that the Roman soldiers ride on. |
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| Father: |
Keep working son, one of these days you will have your own special
horse! |
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The boy’s father left the room with a mysterious smile on
his face. Actually, he went to the only stable in town that had
horses for sale. When he arrived, he saw a nice young horse that
was just the right size for his son. |
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| Stable Owner: |
No, no, this one is not for sale! I’m sorry. We don’t
have any more horses for sale. The Roman governor bought all of
them yesterday for his soldiers. |
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| Father: |
Oh no, my son will be disappointed. I was planning on giving him
a horse as a surprise birthday gift. |
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| Stable Owner: |
My friend, your son is too young even for a young horse like this.
I tell you what. I have a young donkey here that has never been
ridden, but he is gentle and well behaved. My very own son took
care of him as if he were a Roman soldier’s horse. My son's
too busy now working in the stables of the governor, so he can’t
take care of a donkey anymore. Maybe your son would like him. |
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| Father: |
I’m sure he would. |
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| Stable Owner: |
I’ll give it to you free if you’re interested, but
you must also agree to take the young donkey mother, and care for
her as well. |
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| Father: |
Wonderful, thank you, I’ll take them! |
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The father looked at the young donkey, smiled, and talked to it
as if the animal could understand him. |
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| Father: |
“Hmmm, you’re kind of plain looking, but hey, you’re
free! You’ll do for a small boy. I should save your first
ride for my son. Let’s go! |
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With that, he walked along side the donkeys and headed towards
home. When he arrived, he proudly presented the young donkey to
his son and explained how he once belonged to the stable owner’s
son |
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| Son: |
(Whining) But it’s not a horse father. How can
I become a respected rider with a little donkey? Famous people don't
ride donkey. |
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The boy walked away, broken hearted. His father, feeling sad,
spoke gently to the donkey. |
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| Father: |
How can I make my son accept you? You’re small and you have
no experience. You look timid, you look too friendly, you look so
….oh forget it. |
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Then he tied the donkeys to a tree and went inside his house.
Moments later he heard a knock on the door, and outside were two
men. He let them in and talked to them. When they left, he had a
strange expression on his face.
Hours passed when suddenly his son came running up to the house
with his friends. They all had palm branches in their hands and
were singing joyfully. |
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| Son: |
Father, come with us! The king is here! Everyone is along the
roadside waiting for him. |
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| Father: |
What do you mean the King? |
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| Son: |
Jesus, the King, remember? He is at the gate and everyone is rejoicing.
Let’s go and see Him! |
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| Father: |
Praise the Lord, He is coming! Let’s hurry! |
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Along the road, everyone was singing praises and waving palm branches.
The children sang loudly and everyone shouted… |
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| Everyone: |
Hosanna! Hosanna! Blessed is He who comes in the name of the Lord! |
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| Son: |
Father, look! Jesus is almost here! |
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| Father: |
Son, Look closely. Jesus is riding on a little donkey! |
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| Son: |
(Sobbing with joy) Yes father, the King is riding on
my very own donkey. |
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