Aboard Ship Share - A Short Children’s Story

In this short story for kids, a little boy won't share his snacks and toys. Let’s see how his brother convinces him to share in this episode of Reva’s Riddles.

Onyinye Obiorah

5/20/20263 min read

Aboard Ship Share - A Short Story for Kids

Reva and Samy were playing together on the rug. Mummy brought a plate of cookies for them. She also brought two cups of warm milk and placed them next to the boys. Reva was glad, and Samy was glad. They both loved cookies and milk. Reva put his toy car aside. He grabbed a handful of cookies and stuffed them into his pocket. Then, he stuffed some into his shirt. The rest of the cookies went into his mouth. Nothing was left for Samy.

“Reva! Those cookies are for you and Samy,” Ellie said, shaking her head. Still, Reva wouldn’t share.

That wasn’t all. Reva wouldn’t share when it was time for Truck Race. He grabbed the blue and yellow truck and wouldn’t let Samy have either.

“But Reva,” Samy said, “there’s no truck for me to race with.”

Still, Reva wouldn’t share.

He also took all the play bricks and puzzle pieces. So, Samy burst into tears.

“That’s enough, Reva!” David said. “You have to share.”

“But I want all the bricks,” Reva said, and two bricks went flying out of his hands.

“Drop the bricks. I have a story for the both of you.” David said.

The two little boys sat down. They really wanted to hear a story.

“Once upon a time, there was a little boy named Ne’eshare. Ne’eshare was going to a faraway country. In that country, the trees were lollipops, the grasses were caramel, and the hills were chocolate. He knew where the land was; he had a map. But he didn’t know how to get there because he didn’t have a boat.

‘I’ll never get to the country where the trees are lollipops, the grasses are caramel, and the hills are chocolate,’ he said and sighed. But a little boy named Dan had heard him. So, he said to him, ‘I’m going to the country with lollipop trees, candy grass, and chocolate hills.’

Ne’share looked up. His eyes shone with joy.

‘Can I please come with you?’

‘Yes, you can. Dan said with a smile. There’s enough room on our ship and some to spare!’

So Ne’share went along with him. The ship was large and rather nice. There was food, and there were toys. Best of all, everyone shared their treats. But no Neshare. Oh no, he wouldn’t. And whenever he was asked to pass around the food and toy, he never would. He stuffed them all into his backpack. He did this for many days. Soon his backpack was bursting with treats and snacks. There were stacks and stacks of toys in his room. And he couldn’t walk about his room without tripping on a toy or two. The snacks went bad and smelt awful. There was a terrible smell in his room.”

“That’s because he wouldn’t share,” Reva said.

“Yes,” said David and continued his story.

“‘Oh,’ said Ne’share. ‘This place smells awful. I wish I didn’t have so many snacks.’ Then he stood up and ran out of his room, bumping into toys and tripping over play bricks with every step he took.

‘Ouch! Ah! Oops! Yikes!’ he cried as he went outdoors.

Outside, the air was fresh and clean. He could run about without bumping into anything. Then a waft of fresh bread hit his nose. Yummy! It smelt so good. So from then on, he decided never to keep the things he was meant to share. He threw out all the spoilt treats and shared his toys with his friends. And at meal times, he passed the plate around. He didn’t keep it all to himself. He was glad; his room smelt good, and he could walk around without tripping.

A few days later, the happy sailors on Ship Share had reached their destination. They were in the land where the trees are lollipops, the grass is candy, and the mountains are chocolate. There was enough to share, and they all did. They lived happily on the island together,” David said at the end of the story.

“Did you like the story?” he asked.

“Yes,” Reva said, handing Samy the yellow truck.

They played Truck Race. It was so much fun.

The End

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