Today I wrote an essay for Omnibus II on "What is the purpose of discipline?". In that essay I included a short story as an example for why discipline can protect you. I thought that I would post that story for you to read:

Little Bobby

Little Bobby was playing outside. He kicked his ball. He kicked his ball again. Little Bobby was having fun.

Little Bobby accidentally kicked his ball into the street. ‘Uh oh!’ thought Little Bobby. He started to walk into the street to get his ball. What Little Bobby did not notice was his mom, glaring over him. Little Bobby looked up at her with a cheesy smile.

“Little Bobby,” his mom said, “Get out of the street and go get a different ball. If you go back in the street again, I will discipline you.”

Little Bobby continued playing outside. He kicked his ball. He kicked his ball again. Little Bobby was having fun.

Little Bobby accidentally kicked his ball into the street. ‘Uh oh!’ thought Little Bobby. He started to walk into the street to get his ball. What Little Bobby did not notice was his mom, glaring over him. Little Bobby looked up at her with a cheesy smile.

“Little Bobby,” his mom said, “Get out of the street and come here.”

Little Bobby’s mom spanked Little Bobby.

“Now go get a different ball.” she said.

Little Bobby continued playing outside. He kicked his ball. He kicked his ball again. Little Bobby was having fun.

Little Bobby accidentally kicked his ball into the street. ‘Uh oh!’ thought Little Bobby. He started to walk into the street to get his ball. What Little Bobby did not notice was the eight-wheeled, “Hot Baby” monster truck ripping down the road, blaring rap all the way.

(choose your own ending from this point)

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