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- Story Listed as: Fiction For Kids
- Theme: Fairy Tales & Fantasy
- Subject: Friends / Friendship
- Published: 02/07/2015
Harvey Looks For A Friend
Born 1956, M, from Leicester, United KingdomHarvey the ghost was sad. He wanted a friend to play with, but each time he went to find one everybody ran away.
He didn’t mean to scare them, but of course most boys and girls are frightened of ghosts. Harvey tried telling them he wouldn’t hurt them, but they were so scared they all hid from him. Being a ghost is no fun at all, he thought. He was just wondering where he could find a friend when he heard a man whistling round the corner. Quiet at first, but getting louder every second.
Then Harvey saw the man. It was Postman Mike, who popped letters through everyone’s letterboxes. Everyone’s except Harvey’s, that is. No-one ever wrote to Harvey.
“Mike’s everyone’s friend,” thought Harvey. “I’m sure he’ll be a chum for me.”
Postman Mike was a short tubby man with a round jolly face. He wore a cap on his head and always carried a big sack full of letters and birthday cards.
“Postman….postman Mike,” called Harvey. “Wait for me, I want you to be my friend.”
The postman turned round, saw Harvey the ghost and got the fright of his life. With a yell that could be heard all over town he threw his sack of letters in the air and ran faster than any child ever did in their school race.
“Oh dear,” sighed Harvey. “He must have some friends already.” Harvey started to cry and a huge shiny tear rolled down his face. He was so lonely.
Then he saw Aaron, the little boy who lived next door. Aaron was skipping down the garden path bouncing a big yellow ball. Harvey loved to play ball.
“Little boy next door,” he called as loudly as he could. “Can I play ball with you, please?”
Aaron stopped skipping and his ball stopped bouncing. He looked at Harvey, but like all other little boys and girls he was frightened of ghosts and ran back inside his house. Harvey heard the door close with a loud bang.
“Oh dear,” sighed Harvey again. “I wonder why nobody wants to play with me.”
Harvey didn’t know what to do, so he sat under a tree and cried and cried and cried. He would have probably cried all day if a little bird hadn’t flown on to a branch just above his head. It was a robin. His favourite bird. He loved to watch them hopping around the garden and he loved to hear them singing. So he felt a little happier when he looked up and saw it sitting there.
Wiping the tears away, he tried to smile. But he hoped the robin wouldn’t see him, because birds were just like the boys and girls – they never wanted to be his friend, either.
Poor Harvey tried to think of all the reasons why nobody would be his pal. He could not understand it. He always tried to be good and kind, because he knew no-one liked mean and nasty boys and girls. He knew if you were naughty and unkind to people you didn’t deserve to have any friends. Sometimes he was told off by Mummy Ghost and Daddy Ghost – the last time was when he took some of Mummy Ghost’s jam tarts that she had just baked, and the time before that was when he had trampled on Daddy Ghost’s flowers in the garden while chasing his ball. But he felt that everyone did something that was just a tiny bit mischievous sometimes, no matter how good they were normally. He didn’t think it should stop him having a friend.
Harvey sniffled as he wiped away another tear. There! Now the robin had gone, too, flown away to another tree.
It was nearly teatime and Harvey would have to go home soon. He wished he could find a little playmate to show Mummy Ghost. He sat under the tree for about five more minutes, and was just thinking he would have to go when he saw someone else coming along the road.
“Hello,” he shouted. “Will you be my friend?” He recognised this new little boy who lived in the next road.
He was surprised, but ever so happy, when the boy skipped up to him and said: “Yes, I’ll be your friend. I’m Raymond the ghost and no-one ever wants to be with me. They always run off when they see me.”
“And I’m Harvey the ghost. I think I know now why no-one wants to play with us. Grown-ups have other grown-ups to talk to. Boys and girls play with other boys and girls. Even the birds in the trees only seem to sing to other birds. But we can play together because we’re both ghosts.”
Harvey was happy.
He had a friend now.
Harvey Looks For A Friend(Stewart Bint)
Harvey the ghost was sad. He wanted a friend to play with, but each time he went to find one everybody ran away.
He didn’t mean to scare them, but of course most boys and girls are frightened of ghosts. Harvey tried telling them he wouldn’t hurt them, but they were so scared they all hid from him. Being a ghost is no fun at all, he thought. He was just wondering where he could find a friend when he heard a man whistling round the corner. Quiet at first, but getting louder every second.
Then Harvey saw the man. It was Postman Mike, who popped letters through everyone’s letterboxes. Everyone’s except Harvey’s, that is. No-one ever wrote to Harvey.
“Mike’s everyone’s friend,” thought Harvey. “I’m sure he’ll be a chum for me.”
Postman Mike was a short tubby man with a round jolly face. He wore a cap on his head and always carried a big sack full of letters and birthday cards.
“Postman….postman Mike,” called Harvey. “Wait for me, I want you to be my friend.”
The postman turned round, saw Harvey the ghost and got the fright of his life. With a yell that could be heard all over town he threw his sack of letters in the air and ran faster than any child ever did in their school race.
“Oh dear,” sighed Harvey. “He must have some friends already.” Harvey started to cry and a huge shiny tear rolled down his face. He was so lonely.
Then he saw Aaron, the little boy who lived next door. Aaron was skipping down the garden path bouncing a big yellow ball. Harvey loved to play ball.
“Little boy next door,” he called as loudly as he could. “Can I play ball with you, please?”
Aaron stopped skipping and his ball stopped bouncing. He looked at Harvey, but like all other little boys and girls he was frightened of ghosts and ran back inside his house. Harvey heard the door close with a loud bang.
“Oh dear,” sighed Harvey again. “I wonder why nobody wants to play with me.”
Harvey didn’t know what to do, so he sat under a tree and cried and cried and cried. He would have probably cried all day if a little bird hadn’t flown on to a branch just above his head. It was a robin. His favourite bird. He loved to watch them hopping around the garden and he loved to hear them singing. So he felt a little happier when he looked up and saw it sitting there.
Wiping the tears away, he tried to smile. But he hoped the robin wouldn’t see him, because birds were just like the boys and girls – they never wanted to be his friend, either.
Poor Harvey tried to think of all the reasons why nobody would be his pal. He could not understand it. He always tried to be good and kind, because he knew no-one liked mean and nasty boys and girls. He knew if you were naughty and unkind to people you didn’t deserve to have any friends. Sometimes he was told off by Mummy Ghost and Daddy Ghost – the last time was when he took some of Mummy Ghost’s jam tarts that she had just baked, and the time before that was when he had trampled on Daddy Ghost’s flowers in the garden while chasing his ball. But he felt that everyone did something that was just a tiny bit mischievous sometimes, no matter how good they were normally. He didn’t think it should stop him having a friend.
Harvey sniffled as he wiped away another tear. There! Now the robin had gone, too, flown away to another tree.
It was nearly teatime and Harvey would have to go home soon. He wished he could find a little playmate to show Mummy Ghost. He sat under the tree for about five more minutes, and was just thinking he would have to go when he saw someone else coming along the road.
“Hello,” he shouted. “Will you be my friend?” He recognised this new little boy who lived in the next road.
He was surprised, but ever so happy, when the boy skipped up to him and said: “Yes, I’ll be your friend. I’m Raymond the ghost and no-one ever wants to be with me. They always run off when they see me.”
“And I’m Harvey the ghost. I think I know now why no-one wants to play with us. Grown-ups have other grown-ups to talk to. Boys and girls play with other boys and girls. Even the birds in the trees only seem to sing to other birds. But we can play together because we’re both ghosts.”
Harvey was happy.
He had a friend now.
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