The Bully Girl

The Bully Girl
(based on Matthew 5:21-24


Once there was a girl who was bully.  In fact, no one knew her name.  Everyone just called her “the bully girl.”  She wasn’t bigger than the rest of the kids.  She thought she was.  She was just, plain mean to the other kids.  It seemed like she was angry all the time.  She was the kind of angry bully who liked to call other kids bad names.

One day the bully girl was at the park.  She was watching some kids kicking a soccer ball.  One boy tried to kick the soccer ball but missed.  “Ha, Ha,” the bully girl laughed.  “Club foot, club foot; you’re nothing but a club foot.”  That made the boy feel bad.  He hung his head and tried not to cry.

But something happened when the bully girl called the boy “club foot.”  The bully girl shrunk a little bit.  She got just a little bit smaller.  She didn’t know that happened to her.

She saw some other kids were playing tag.  One of the girls playing tag accidentally ran into the tetherball pole and hit her head.  It hurt a lot.  She had a bump on her forehead.  Bully girl went over to her and said, “You are a lump head, you are a lump head.”  That made the girl with the bump on her head sad.  She started to cry.  And the bully girl shrunk a little bit smaller.

When bully girl was walking home she heard the ice cream truck.  Some kids were buying ice cream.  One little boy had just bought an ice cream cone.  But one of the scoops of ice cream fell off onto the ground.  Bully girl came over and said, “Ha ha, you are  a fumble fingers, you are a fumble fingers.”  That made the boy feel even worse.  And the bully girl shrunk even smaller.

By this time bully girl was getting smaller and smaller.  She realized that she was shrinking.  But she didn’t seem to care.  It didn’t stop her from calling other kids names, and hurting their feelings.

When bully girl got home, she had called so many kids names, she had shrunk so much, she wasn’t even tall enough to open the door to her house.  She had to jump up and ring the doorbell.

When bully girl’s mother opened the door she couldn’t believe it.  Her girl was only as tall as a dog.  Bully girl’s mother screamed.  She picked up the girl, put her in the car, and drove her to the doctor’s office.

The doctor asked her how she got so small.  Bully girl said she was just having fun.  And she told the doctor about her day, and how she had called all those kids hurtful names.

“Ah,” said the doctor.  “Every time you try to make someone else feel small, it only makes YOU smaller.”  Then he asked the bully girl, “Do you want to get bigger again; like you were?”
Bully girl said, “Yes” in a very small voice.
“Then here’s what you have to do,” said the wise doctor.  “Tomorrow, you need to go to each of the kids you called a name and tell them you are sorry.”
“OK,” the bully girl squeaked in a tiny voice.

Her mom took her home.  Bully girl went right to bed.  She was too small for her bed, so she just slept on her pillow.

The next day she went back to the park.  She saw the boy playing soccer.  She told him she was sorry.  And when she did, she grew a little bit bigger.  Then she went to the girl with the bumped forehead.  Bully girl told her, “Sorry.”  And she grew a little bit bigger.  She told the boy whose ice cream fell that she was sorry.  And she got bigger even more.

By the time she had told all the other kids that she was sorry, she was back to her normal size.  When she went home, she could reach the door knob again.  She wouldn’t have to sleep on her pillow instead of her bed.

Everything was back to normal.  Except bully girl.  She didn’t want to call kids names anymore.  She didn’t want to be bully girl anymore.  She wanted to be a girl with a name.  So she decided she wasn’t going to call kids any more names.  And she hoped the other kids would start calling her by her real name.