To the editor:

This letter is intended to be read to young children.

Years ago, while in the 2nd grade at the old Centennial School in the Keweenaw of Michigan’s Upper Peninsula, we read a story from an Elson primary reader. This concerned a young boy by the name of Bobby, who was sent by his mother to a neighboring farm to buy three apples. Bobby was a nice little boy who liked apples.

“Eating apples will help you to stay healthy and strong,” his mother told him. “And you’ll have nice, rosy cheeks.”

There stood Farmer Brown wearing bib overalls and a straw hat while Bobby stood by, clad in knickerbockers, and wearing a Buster Brown necktie and.

“What can I do for you, Bobby?” Farmer Brown asked the youngster.

“I’d like to buy three apples for my mother,” Bobby replied.

But Farmer Brown selected four nice apples from a bin.

“Here’s an apple for you to have,” the farmer said after Bobby paid him.

Instead of eating the extra apple, Bobby brought it home to his mother.

“Bobby, you may eat the apple,” his mother told him. “You are a very good boy.”

“Thank you, mother,” Bobby replied.

Everyone should eat apples that they may have nice, rosy cheeks like Bobby.