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There once was a 5 year-old boy named Little Timmy. At his age it is time for him to attend kindergarten. But young Timmy didn't want to go to school, and got into an argument with his mother about it. To end the argument, little Timmy's mom said, "I'll tell you what. If you get straight A's in your classes each marking period, I will give you whatever you want. Little Timmy, loving his deal, went straight to school that morning.
At the end of the first quarter, Little Timmy's mother checked his grades. To her enjoyment, she found he had gotten all A's. Remembering the deal, she said to Little Timmy, "What do you want as your gift?" Now, Little Timmy thought a moment. He then said to his mother, "I want a Ping Pong ball." Puzzled, Little Timmy's mother agreed, and bought him a Ping Pong ball.
At the 2nd quarter, Little Timmy's mother checked his grades again. To her enjoyment, she found he had again gotten all A's. ?Well,? she said, "What do you want as your gift?" Now, Little Timmy thought a moment. He then said to his mother, "I want 2 Ping Pong balls." Still puzzled, but happy with Little Timmy?s grades, she bought him 2 Ping Pong balls.
Throughout his time in Kindergarten, he requested more and more Ping Pong balls. On his final marking period, he had gotten straight A's once more. This time, Little Timmy wanted just 1 Ping Pong ball, painted red. Little Timmy's Mother went out and bought him a red Ping Pong ball. Finally, she asked Little Timmy, "Why do you ask for so many Ping Pong balls?" Little Timmy thought a moment then, said to his mother, "Give me until the end of Elementary school, and I will tell you." Hesitantly, his mother agreed.
Throughout the course of the years of Elementary, he asked for a variety of colored ping pong balls. Some red, some yellow, some blue, some black. On his final period of 4th grade, Little Timmy wanted 10 Ping Pong balls. 1 red, 2 green, 3 brown, and 4 grey. After giving him his gift, she then asked Little Timmy, "Why have you been asking for Ping Pong balls?" Little Timmy thought a moment. He then said, "Give me until the end of Middle School, and I will tell you." With a long sigh, Timmy?s mom agreed.
Throughout those years he excelled through his grades. He asked for big Ping Pong balls, small Ping Pong balls, but never regular shaped. Finally, his graduation to High School began. He asked for 50 white Ping Pong balls.
After getting his balls, she asked him, "Why have you always asked for Ping Pong balls?" Little Timmy thought a moment. He then said, "Give me until the end of High School, and I will tell you." Resentfully, she agreed.
Years passed from then. Little Timmy asked for many different balls. Big blue ones, small brown ones, yellow broken ones, and white tiny ones. Little Timmy had now graduated from High School and was given a scholarship to Harvard University. This time, he asked for just one regular Ping Pong ball, same as the very first one in Kindergarten. His mother got him the ball he wanted, and asked, "Why have you asked for Ping Pong balls all these years?!" Little Timmy thought a moment. He then said to his mother, "I will tell you. But let me tell my girl friend first. Happily, his mother Agreed.
Little Timmy began crossing the street to his girl friend's house. Out of nowhere a truck ran him over, killing him instantly.
At the end of the first quarter, Little Timmy's mother checked his grades. To her enjoyment, she found he had gotten all A's. Remembering the deal, she said to Little Timmy, "What do you want as your gift?" Now, Little Timmy thought a moment. He then said to his mother, "I want a Ping Pong ball." Puzzled, Little Timmy's mother agreed, and bought him a Ping Pong ball.
At the 2nd quarter, Little Timmy's mother checked his grades again. To her enjoyment, she found he had again gotten all A's. ?Well,? she said, "What do you want as your gift?" Now, Little Timmy thought a moment. He then said to his mother, "I want 2 Ping Pong balls." Still puzzled, but happy with Little Timmy?s grades, she bought him 2 Ping Pong balls.
Throughout his time in Kindergarten, he requested more and more Ping Pong balls. On his final marking period, he had gotten straight A's once more. This time, Little Timmy wanted just 1 Ping Pong ball, painted red. Little Timmy's Mother went out and bought him a red Ping Pong ball. Finally, she asked Little Timmy, "Why do you ask for so many Ping Pong balls?" Little Timmy thought a moment then, said to his mother, "Give me until the end of Elementary school, and I will tell you." Hesitantly, his mother agreed.
Throughout the course of the years of Elementary, he asked for a variety of colored ping pong balls. Some red, some yellow, some blue, some black. On his final period of 4th grade, Little Timmy wanted 10 Ping Pong balls. 1 red, 2 green, 3 brown, and 4 grey. After giving him his gift, she then asked Little Timmy, "Why have you been asking for Ping Pong balls?" Little Timmy thought a moment. He then said, "Give me until the end of Middle School, and I will tell you." With a long sigh, Timmy?s mom agreed.
Throughout those years he excelled through his grades. He asked for big Ping Pong balls, small Ping Pong balls, but never regular shaped. Finally, his graduation to High School began. He asked for 50 white Ping Pong balls.
After getting his balls, she asked him, "Why have you always asked for Ping Pong balls?" Little Timmy thought a moment. He then said, "Give me until the end of High School, and I will tell you." Resentfully, she agreed.
Years passed from then. Little Timmy asked for many different balls. Big blue ones, small brown ones, yellow broken ones, and white tiny ones. Little Timmy had now graduated from High School and was given a scholarship to Harvard University. This time, he asked for just one regular Ping Pong ball, same as the very first one in Kindergarten. His mother got him the ball he wanted, and asked, "Why have you asked for Ping Pong balls all these years?!" Little Timmy thought a moment. He then said to his mother, "I will tell you. But let me tell my girl friend first. Happily, his mother Agreed.
Little Timmy began crossing the street to his girl friend's house. Out of nowhere a truck ran him over, killing him instantly.
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