*Randy the Raccoon was a very nice raccoon. He lived in a nice home with his wife, Becky Raccoon, and three lovely children. It was a good life.*
*One day, something bad happened. Becky got sick, because she didn’t have enough apples, and had to go away.*
*Randy wanted to make sure his children never got sick, and always had enough apples. Unfortunately, this wasn’t always the case.*
*Billy Raccoon, the oldest child who loved baseball like his dad, was missing an apple.
Sarah Raccoon, who had just gotten perfect marks on a spelling test, had two apples, but they were small and rotting.*
*The third Raccoon child, Greg, wasn’t very special at all, except for his two, perfectly ripe apples.*
*Greg realized that it wasn’t fair that someone as plain as him got to have perfect apples, while his amazing brother and sister had terrible apples.
So, he decided to share, and gave each of them one of his apples.*
*And they lived happily ever after.*
“Do you understand why I read you that story, Greg?” Randy Jones asked, closing the homemade picture book.
“I… I think so,” Greg said, eying the metal door at the other end of the grimy waiting room.
“And you understand how important it is?” Randy asked, and he nodded. The harsh fluorescent lights hummed as the man in a white coat walked in.
Greg managed to catch a glimpse of his brother and sister, asleep in the other room as the man slammed the door shut.
“Is he ready?” The man asked, and Randy smiled.
“Why of course,” he began leading Greg into the other room. “Don’t worry, son, those kidneys are going to good use.”