There was a small boy living on a farm which seemed like so
far away from every where. He needed to get up before sunrise
every morning to start his chores and out again later to do the
evening ones.
During sunrise he would take a break and climb up
on the fence so in the distance he could see the house with golden
windows. He thought how great it would be to live there and his
mind would wander to imagine the modern equipment and
appliances that might exist in the house. "If they could afford golden
windows,
then there must have other nice things." He then promised himself, "Some
day
I will go there and see this wonderful place."
Then one morning his father told him to
stay at home and his father would do the chores. Knowing that this
was his chance, he packed a sandwich and headed across the field
towards the house with the golden windows.
As the afternoon went on, he began to realize how he misjudged the distance
and
something else was very wrong. As he approached the house, he
saw no golden windows but instead a place with in bad need of a
painting surrounded by a broken down fence. He went to the
tattered screen door and knocked. A small boy very close to his age
opened the door.
He asked him if he had seen the house with the golden
windows. The boy said "Sure, I know." and invited him to sit on the porch.
As he sat there, he looked back from where he just came where the sunset
turned the windows on his home to Gold.
