The Good Little Boy's Story.

Jacob Blivens was a good boy who lived in the past. He always followed his parents' instructions, regardless of how ridiculous and irrational they were; he always read his book; and he never arrived late for Sabbath school. Even if his bobbleheaded judgement informed him that skipping work would be the most profitable course of action, he refused to execute it. That boy acted so weirdly that none of the other lads could ever figure him out. No matter how handy it was, he wouldn't lie.He only needed to say that lying was wrong; that was enough for him. He was also so brutally honest that it was laughable. Jacob had peculiar methods that were more extraordinary than anything. He refused to engage in any form of reasonable entertainment, including playing marbles on Sunday or robbing birds' nests or giving hot pennies to organ-grinder monkeys. The other lads used to try to make sense of it and comprehend him, but they were unable to come to a satisfactory conclusion. As I already mentioned, they had only the vaguest concept that he was "afflicted," so they took him under their protection and never allowed him to suffer any harm.

This good little guy enjoyed reading the Sunday school books the most. That was the entire secret. He had complete faith in the good little boys who were depicted in the Sunday school books. He always hoped to run across one of them, alive, but he never did. Maybe they all passed away before his time. When he read about a particularly good one, he quickly turned to the end to find out what happened to him because he wanted to fly thousands of miles to look at him. However, it was useless because the good little boy always passed away in the final chapter, and there was a picture of the funeral with all of his family members and the Sunday-school kids.

Jacob aspired to be mentioned in a Sunday school text. Pictures of him standing on the doorstep giving a penny to a poor beggar-woman with six children and instructing her to spend it freely but not extravagantly because extravagance is sinful, as well as pictures of him magnanimously refusing to tell on the bad boy who always awaited him around the corner as he arrived home from school were among the images he wanted to be displayed.

This was the goal that young Jacob Blivens had in mind. He wanted to be included in a Sunday school text. He occasionally felt uneasy when he thought about how the good little boys always perished. The most difficult aspect of being a Sunday-school book boy was that he liked to live. He was aware that being good was unhealthy. It hurt him to think that if they put him in a book, he wouldn't ever see it or even if they did get the book out before he did, that being so supernaturally good like the lads in the books were would be more lethal than consuming.

However, this excellent little boy never experienced any success; nothing ever turned out the way it did for the good little boys in the stories. However, in his instance, there was a loose screw somewhere, and everything turned out exactly the opposite way. They always had fun, and the bad boys got the broken legs. When he walked beneath the tree to read to Jim Blake about the naughty little boy who fell out of a neighbor's apple tree and broke his arm, Jim fell out of the tree as well. However, he fell on him and fractured his arm, leaving Jim completely unharmed. Jacob was unable to comprehend that. 

A blind guy was once shoved over in the mud by some bad boys, and Jacob rushed to help him up and ask for his blessing. However, the blind man only gave Jacob a stick to the head and told him he would like to catch him pushing the man again while also appearing to assist him. Nothing about this fit with any of the texts. Jacob examined them thoroughly.

Jacob had aspirations of finding a lame dog that was hungry, harassed, and without a place to dwell, bringing him home, petting him, and earning the dog's indestructible gratitude. Finally, he was delighted to find one, so he carried him home, fed him, and prepared to pat him when the dog rushed at him and tore all of his clothes off save for those on his front, making an amazing display of himself. He looked into the subject with the authorities but was unable to comprehend it. Although it was a dog of the same breed as the ones in the stories, it behaved completely differently. Whatever the boy did, disaster always followed.

He once spotted some bad boys getting into some fun in a yacht when he was travelling to Sunday school. He was alarmed since he was aware from his reading that youngsters who went sailing on Sundays almost always perished in the water. To warn them, he fled out onto a raft, but as he turned, a log caught him and dragged him into the river. A man quickly freed him, and the doctor used his bellows to give him a fresh start while pumping the water out of him. However, he soon developed a cold and spent nine weeks bedridden. The bad lads in the boat had a good time all day, but the most unbelievable aspect of it was that they made it home safely.

He felt a little defeated after recovering, but he decided to keep trying nevertheless. He was aware that his experiences thus far would not be suitable for publication, but because he was still inside the allocated time for nice little boys, he hoped to be able to write down his experiences before it was too late. He had his final speech to fall back on if all else failed.

He checked his documents and discovered that the moment had come for him to join the crew of a ship as a cabin boy. When the ship captain asked for references, he proudly pulled out a tract and pointed to the words. He then went to a ship captain and submitted his application. From his loving instructor, "To Jacob Blivens." However, the captain, who was a crude and obnoxious man, shouted, "Oh no, that's blown! That wasn't evidence that he knew how to use a slush bucket or wash dishes, so he assumed he didn't want him." Overall, this was the most astonishing occurrence that had ever happened to Jacob. A teacher's compliment on a piece of paper has never failed to stir the most delicate feelings.

It was difficult for this boy all the time. According to the authorities, nothing significant about him emerged. He eventually came across a group of them in the old iron foundry setting up a joke involving fourteen or fifteen dogs that they had tied together in a long procession and were going to decorate with empty nitro-glycerine cans that he had quickly made. He grabbed the lead dog by the collar and turned his reprimanding gaze toward wicked Tom Jones. However, Alderman McWelter, who was furious, intervened right then.

All the bad boys fled, but Jacob Blivens stood up in self-aware innocence and launched into one of those formal little sermons from a Sunday school book that always opens with "Oh, sir!" in stark contrast to the fact that no boy, good or evil, ever begins a statement with "Oh, sir." However, the alderman didn't wait to hear more.

With the shards of those fifteen dogs trailing after him like a kite's tail, he grabbed Jacob Blivens by the ear, spun him around, and gave him a swift kick to the rear with the flat of his hand. In an instant, the good young kid flew through the roof and toward the sun. And neither the ancient iron factory nor the alderman were ever again seen on the surface of the earth. As for young Jacob Blivens, he was never given the opportunity to deliver his final eulogy despite spending a lot of time preparing it, unless he made it to the birds.