I finally started writing my book for kids about capitalism. Enjoy the first two chapters!
Kapitalist Kids Book One:
The Kids Build a Tree House
Chapter One: Billy Has an Idea
Billy was sitting at the kitchen table at his friend Tara's house. Tara's mom had just made them peanut butter and jelly sandwiches that Billy and Tara were happily devouring. Tara was so excited about something that she kept talking with her mouth full.
"Bilmy, I jvt hd de bmstst mdee eber!" she said as the peanut butter kept sticking to the roof of her mouth.
"What?!" Billy asked as he scratched his head, wondering what she was trying to say.( Keep reading... )
Tara washed own the pb & j with a big gulp of milk. "I said," she repeated herself, "That I just had the best idea ever!"
"Really?" Billy asked. "Is it to make lots of money?" Billy was always on the lookout for ideas that could make lots of money. For Billy, the only way to know whether or not something was a good idea or not was to know if it would make lots of money.
Tara just rolled her eyes at him. "No, silly!" She giggled as she thought about how Billy was always thinking of money. "It's an idea to have FUN!" she said excitedly.
"Making money is fun," Billy replied.
"Well my idea is to have even MORE fun than making money," Tara said as she stuck her tongue out at him. Tara was always the one with the good ideas. She read lots of books and used her imagination all the time to think of new and fun things to do. But Tara was sure that her newest idea was going to be the most fun yet! "I want to build a tree house!"
"A tree house, huh?" Billy responded as he took another bite of his sandwich.
"That's what I said, isn't it?" Tara got out a book that she had borrowed from the library and put it on the table. "I read all about different kinds of tree houses in this here book. It tells you all about the kinds of trees you can build them in and what you can use to make 'em and all the fun things you can do in a tree house once you build it!"
Tara put the book between her and Billy and began to turn the pages to show him some of the really neat pictures inside. "See, look how cool they are!" she said to him.
Billy nodded. The treehouses did look really cool. Billy thought they looked so cool that lots of kids would want to come and hang out in a treehouse if you had one. And that's when Billy started to get an idea!
"These pictures are really neat, Tara," he said, "But I bet you could draw a picture that is way better than the ones in the book. Why, I bet now that you know all about treehouses you could draw one exactly like it would look if we built it in that big tree in Harry's backyard!"
Harry was Billy's friend, but Tara was never invited over to Harry's house. But she knew about the big beautiful oak tree in the backyard and her face lit up. "That would be a great tree for a treehouse!" she said. "And I know just how I would build it, too!"
Billy smiled. "Well you should draw me up a picture of just how you would. That would be really cool!"
"Okay," Tara said, and left her half-eaten peanut butter and jelly sandwich on the table as she ran off to her room to get colored pencils and crayons to draw up the beautiful treehouse she could already see in her head.
Billy finished his sandwich and took a drink of milk. He pulled out his cell phone and called his friend Harry. "Hey Harry," he said into the phone, "I just had a really great idea! I'll tell you all about it when I come over tomorrow!"
Billy put his phone away and smiled again as he thought of the wondeful idea he'd had. Then he took the rest of Tara's half-eaten sandwich and finished it himself. "This is just about the best idea ever!" he said as he finished off her food. "I'm glad I thought of it!"
Chapter Two: Billy Tells Harry His Idea
Harry lived in a really big house up on a hill. It was too far away for Billy to walk there, so he had his mom drop him off as usual. There were two big SUVs parked in the long circular driveway, and Billy had to walk around them to get to the door.
Billy rang the doorbell and the maid answered the door. She let Billy into the house and told him that Harry was in the big family room downstairs. Billy ran downstairs and found Harry seated in front of the huge 54-inch plasma HDTV, playing his Playstation 3. Harry was also watching TV on the smaller 40-inch plasma HDTV to the right of the main set.
"Hi Billy," Harry said, though he didn't look away from the screen.
"Hi Harry," Billy said, looking at the game that Harry was playing. His face lit up with a big grin and his eyes got as big as beach balls. "Is that Football 10!?" he exclaimed. "I can't believe you got it already!"
Harry just shrugged. "Yeah, but it sucks. Barely any better than last year's. I can't believe I wasted half of my allowance money on it."
Billy looked at the players going by on the huge screen. "It doesn't look like it sucks," he said, though he was very careful to never disagree directly with Harry. Harry was, after all, his best friend. "So if you have the new one, does that mean I can have Football 9 like you said?" he asked.
"I didn't say you could just have it," Harry told him. "I traded it in at the store for five bucks off the new one. You can go down to the store and buy it off them, like I said."
That wasn't how Billy remembered it, but he never disagreed with Harry directly, because Harry was his best friend. "Well I would have given you six bucks for it," he said with a bit of a frown as he sat down next to Harry.
"Well maybe you would have," Harry told him, "But I didn't see you there at the midnight special release, did I?"
"No," Billy admitted. He knew that all the cool kids went to the midnight release to get the new games, but he could never get his parents to see this very simple fact. "My mom said it was past bedtime on a school night. I'm sorry I wasn't there."
"Well your mom needs to get with the program," Harry said. Then he threw his controller. "Stupid quarterback threw the ball to the wrong guy! Now I have to start over. That'll hurt my stats!" Harry hit the reset button to begin the game over again.
"Does that mean I can play now?" Billy asked.
"No," Harry told him, "that was my franchise game. I have to beat the Knights to make the playoffs. I really need to finish my season today so I can get to the top of the leaderboards."
"Oh," Billy said, trying to hide his disappointment. "Well I guess that's what's most important." He didn't know why he couldn't just play as the Knights. He would even let Harry win. He always let Harry win because Harry was his best friend.
But then a smile came back to Billy's face as he remembered why he came over. "Oh, I almost forgot!" He reached into his pocket where he had a folded up piece of paper. He opened the paper up and spread it out on the floor.
Harry glanced down from his game to look at the paper for just a moment, and in doing so he threw another interception. "Shoot!" he said and tossed the controller across the room. "See what you made me do? Starting over...AGAIN."
"I'm sorry, Harry," Billy said, "You would have never thrown an interception without me messing you up. But this will make you feel better. Look at it!"
While the game restarted, Harry took a moment to look at the drawing on the paper carefully. "What's that?" he asked.
"It's a treehouse!" Billy told him. "See, it's drawn like it would look in the big oak tree in your yard." Billy watched Harry's face and could see that his best friend was interested. Billy was glad that Tara was such a good drawer. She'd even written out directions about how to build it.
"Who drew this?" Harry asked.
"I did," Billy told him. "This is the idea I had that I told you about."
"Hmmm...it'd be better if it was bigger," Harry said. "You could only get the little TV in there." Harry pointed over to the small 40-inch plasma HDTV. "Still, might be kind of fun."
"Forget about the fun," Billy told him. "It'll look so cool. All the other kids will be able to see it up on the hill when they drive by. And they'll all wanna come over for secret clubs and sleepovers and picnics and stuff! And then we can charge 'em money to! We'll make lots and lots of money, just like how you said if I ever got a good idea to make money that we'd split it all fifty-fifty!" Billy's face was bright with anticipation as he thought about how he would finally be able to buy the new video games and not have to wait to buy the cheaper, used versions.
"Whoa, whoa whoa!" Harry said. "I never said fifty-fifty. I said I'd give you a fair share if you had a good idea."
"Well half is fair," Billy protested. "It's MY idea, after all. And I already have a drawn up blue print and everything!"
"But it's MY oak tree," Harry said. "Besides, where are you gonna get the wood to build it? Hammers, nails? You got those? Ladders?"
"Well we can get all those things with the rest of your allowance money," Billy suggested.
"That's right, MY allowance money," Harry said. "MY oak tree, MY money, MY yard. That makes this MY treehouse. And that makes it fair that I take all the money we make from it."
Billy was pretty sure that Harry's idea wasn't quite fair, but he never disagreed with Harry directly, because Harry was his best friend. "Well why would I give you my drawing then?"
"Well of course I'll pay you for the drawing," Harry said. "Tell you what, I feel bad that I didn't let you buy my old Football 9 game, so I'll give you the six bucks you would have paid for it."
"But at the store it'll be 15!" Billy said, as his visions of having all the new games gave way to worrying that he still wouldn't be able to get the used ones.
"I'm not done," Harry said. "You're my best friend. I wouldn't treat you unfair." Harry chewed his lip as he seemed to be doing some math in his head. "I'll give you six bucks for your drawing, and then I'll hire you for nine bucks to be my foreman. That's fifteen bucks, and you can go buy my old Football 9 down at the game store."
Billy's face twisted in confusion. "What's a foreman?"
"It's the guy who will tell everyone what to do to build the tree house," Harry explained.
"I thought WE were going to build the treehouse," Billy said, still confused.
Harry sighed. He couldn't believe how dense Billy could be sometimes. "Well WE are building it. But we're not going to do the actual work. We buy labor to do that. I've got better things to do than pound nails into boards and climb up and down ladders."
Billy was still confused. "So you're saying we get other kids to build it? And me and you just tell 'em how?" Harry nodded. "But if other kids build it, ain't they gonna be part owners of it, too? I mean, won't we have to split out money with them?"
"No, moron," Harry said, sighing at his friend's lack of understanding. "It's MY treehouse, plain and simple. Don't matter who designs it or builds it. I'm the capitalist, so it's mine."
"The capita-what?" Billy asked.
"Capitalist. The one with capital. Money. It's my money, so whatever my money builds is mine. Cause when you think about it, I'm the only one taking a risk. So since I take all the risk, then I get all the reward. That's how capitalism works! Don't you know anything?" Harry didn't have more time to explain these very basic things to his friend, so he turned his attention back to the game.
"I...I guess..." Billy said, still not fully understanding this capitalism thing. He thought that HE had taken a pretty big risk when he tricked Tara into giving him her drawing. And she'd be really mad if she ever found out he sold her drawing to Harry for six bucks. But money was the most important thing, Billy knew, so maybe Harry was the only one taking a risk, because Harry was the only one with money to risk. "But didn't you just get the money from your parents?" he asked.
But Harry was fully engrossed in his game against the Knights and didn't hear his best friend's question. "Time is money," he said. "Don't be such a lazy bum. Get to work gettin' some workers to biuld my treehouse. And anything you pay 'em over two bucks is comin' out of your nine. So make sure they'll do it for cheap."
"Okay, I'm sorry, I wasn't trying to be lazy," Billy said as he got out his phone and started thinking of who he could call to come build his and...well, just Harry's treehouse.
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