Once upon a time there were three little boomers and the time came for them to leave home and seek their fortunes. Before they left, their mother told them, “Whatever you do, do it the best that you can because that’s the way to get along in the world.”
The first little boomer built his house out of straw because it was the easiest and cheapest thing to do.
The second little boomer built his house out of sticks. This was a more expensive and beautiful house but lacked any amenities for later in life.
The third little boomer built his house out of bricks. This was a house for all the years of one’s life; it would never fail to keep its inhabitants happy and secure.
One night, big bad father time, who dearly loved to eat boomers, came along and saw the first little boomer in his house of straw. He said “Let me in, Let me in, little boomer or I’ll huff and I’ll puff and I’ll blow your house in!”
“Not by the hair of my chinny chin chin,” said the little boomer.
But of course big bad father time did blow the house in and so burdened the little boomer with no place to live.
Then big bad father time came to the beautiful house of sticks.
“Let me in, let me in little boomer or I’ll huff and I’ll puff and I’ll blow your house in!”
“Not by the hair of my chinny chin chin,” said the little boomer. But big bad father time blew that house in too, and meanly forced little boomer into assisted living in a far away city where costs were lower.
Big bad father time then came to the house of bricks.
“Let me in, let me in,” cried the big bad father time. “Or I’ll huff and I’ll puff till I blow your house in!”
“Not by the hair of my chinny chin chin,” said the oldest boomer. Well, big bad father time huffed and puffed but he could not blow down that brick house. But big bad father time was a sly old man and he climbed up on the roof to look for another way to get at the older boomer.
The older boomer saw big bad father time climb up on the roof and prepared; he lit a roaring fire in the fireplace and on it placed a large kettle of water.
Big bad father time found the chimney and crawled down. KER-SPLASH! Into the kettle of boiling water he fell! That was the end of big bad father time.
The next day the older boomer invited his mother over. She said “You see it is just as I told you. The way to get along in the world is to do things as well as you can.” Fortunately for that older boomer, he had learned that lesson. And he just lived happily ever after!
Konrad Kaletsch
Universal Design Resource
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