There was once a little boy named Ryan and his friend. They weren't bestie's for life, or BFF's as some might call it, but they got along well and weren't mean to each other. They did lots of fun things together, and even though they were very different people, they managed to see past their differences. They both loved toys though, and they would play with them together for hours on end. Sometimes the little boy's friend wondered if they didn't play with their toys together if they would even be friends at all, but he realized after some time that this wasn't the case.
It was Christmas time and Ryan's friend had been keeping his eye on a very special toy for quite some time; but he was a little bit poorer than Ryan, so he was unable to buy it. Ryan's friend mentioned it in passing to him once, and they both realized that they had wanted the same toy for a very long time. They would stay up nights talking about it, and imagining the things that they would do once they got it. Soon Ryan wanted it even more than his friend; he talked about it all the time, even to his other friends who didn't play toys with them. He bragged that he would have the toy someday, and told his friend this very often. He wanted it more than anything in the whole world, and would have given anything to get it. Everyone knew that he wanted the toy very badly, and he made sure that everyone who didn't know, found out. He even went to the toy shop where it was kept every day, just so he could look at it and hold it in his hands. Maybe someone would buy it as a present for him someday. This continued for a very long time.
A little bit of jealousy began to grow in Ryan's friend because Ryan talked about it so much and seemed to forget that it was something that they both wanted. He realized that he didn't have enough money, so he wouldn't be able to have it. He was very sad, and even though he still thought about the toy a lot and wanted it very much, he convinced himself that he didn't need it. There were plenty of other toys to be had--he shouldn't worry himself with what he couldn't have.
One day, the two little boys were walking through the toy shop when they both stopped and looked at the toy. It was a rather expensive toy and it was the last one of its kind because all the other ones had been bought up. Ryan reached into his pocket and took out all of his money. He had been saving up for a very long time, and he was going to buy it now! He had even just been telling his friend the day before that he had finally saved up enough money to buy it and how excited he was. Ryan's friend had sat there for the whole day listening to Ryan talk about it; he was even a little bit excited for Ryan.
Ryan ran up to the toy, but he was too short to reach it, so Ryan's friend stood on his tippy toes to grab it off the shelf and hand it to him. As Ryan picked it up, the excitement swelled inside him. His friend peered from behind to see what the toy was like. He was happy for his friend even though he was a little bit sad for himself.
Then, Ryan looked down at the box that held the beautiful toy to see that the corner was crushed. He was very disappointed; this moment wasn't everything that he thought it would be. He tossed it to the side. He didn't want a toy that came from a crushed box. He went across the isle to where there was another, different toy, in a brand new box. Immediately he picked it up exclaiming that he wanted it instead. He seemed to have forgotten all the nights he drempt about the toy, and all the people he had told about it--he just saw something shinier and was immediately enamored by it. Off he went to buy it, and he was happy for a while.
Ryan's friend was extremely confused. He thought that Ryan wanted this toy more than anything in the whole world. Why would he not want it just because the box was a little bit crumpled? The toy was on the inside. The little boy's friend had been saving for a very long time, and he also reached into his pocket and took out all the money that he had so that he could buy the toy. He picked the fallen toy up off the ground and gingerly carried it to the man at the counter. He would love the neglected toy and never take it forgranted. That day, he was happier than Ryan who changed his mind.
The toy wasn't a fancy toy, but it was well constructed, and even though it isn't new or shiny anymore, he still keeps it on his mantle to this day because it turned into a valuable collectors item. Ryan's friend never fully understood how the little boy could have such a change of heart so quickly over something that had been so important to him, but Ryan's friend was happy because he ended up with what he wanted, and he was glad of the choice that Ryan made. He was loyal to it all the way through, and it payed off in the end.
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