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The Inventor
A Short Story For Children Age 8 through CEO

The kindly looking man climbed the steps to the big stone office building. He took off his hat and ran a hand over his hair to straighten it before knocking on the door.

"Honk?" inquired the goose he carried under his arm.

"Well, I don't know whether any smart people work here, Gwendolyn," replied the man. "This is the eighth door we've knocked on today. So far everybody's told us the same thing."

The goose wearily rested her chin on the man's shoulder.

The unusual pair heard footsteps approaching and the man straightened his tie.

The goose raised her chin and fluffed her feathers a bit to try to look her best.

The office door opened a little ways.

"Well, what do you want?" inquired a voice from within.

It did not invite them inside.

"How do you do," the man with the goose said politely. "I am an inventor. In my arms here, I've got a goose that's been genetically engineered to lay golden eggs. Her name is Gwendolyn. The thing is, Gwendolyn needs to have nourishment in order to produce her golden eggs."

"We're both very tired and hungry sir," he continued. "We've been traveling for a long, long time. If you'll give us food and shelter, Gwendolyn and I will be happy to share the golden eggs with you."

"If you like, sir," continued the inventor. "Gwendolyn will show you what she's capable of." And with that, the inventor set Gwendolyn down on the steps.
Gwendolyn looked up tiredly.
"Honk?" she asked.

"Yes, please, Gwendolyn," answered the inventor. "If you show him, perhaps he'll understand the value of what we're offering."

Gwendolyn nodded. She settled herself carefully on the stoop, with a look of concentration on her face. After a moment she began to speak.

Honk. Honk. HONK!, said Gwendolyn, and then she stood up. Right next to Gwendolyn's flat little goose feet, there was a tiny golden egg.

It was about the size of a marble, and sure enough, it was real gold.

The inventor picked it up and held it out towards the door. "Look here sir," he said. "You see, I told you the truth. It's solid gold. The egg is small right now because Gwendolyn is tired and hungry. So am I. We've come a very long way, all by ourselves. But if you'll just give us food and shelter, you'll see that she's capable of producing golden eggs as big as baseballs."

"We'd only consider giving you food and shelter if she could produce golden eggs as big as baseballs right now," said the voice behind the door. "Go away."

"But sir," said the inventor. "Have you ever SEEN a goose that could lay golden eggs before?"

"No," replied the voice behind the door.

"Don't the people in your company LIKE golden eggs?" the puzzled inventor asked.

"Indeed we do," the voice replied as it closed the door. "Talk to us when you have a lot of golden eggs. We might consider doing something for you then."

And the door clicked soundly shut.

The inventor and Gwendolyn looked at each other and sighed.

A chill wind whistled down the street. "Why on earth would we be asking for food and shelter if we already HAD a lot of golden eggs?" the inventor asked Gwendolyn.

"Honk!" said Gwendolyn, and she shrugged.

The inventor laughed and shook his head. "It beats me too."

He looked at the small golden egg the size of a marble.

"Well," he said to Gwendolyn. "We can either buy food with this bit of gold, or we can use it to buy shelter for the night."


He looked up at the sky. A snowflake drifted past. And then another. And another.

"Honk!" said Gwendolyn with a tiny shiver.

"You're right," said the inventor. "If we use it for food, but have no place for shelter, we'll freeze to death for sure."

"On the other hand, if we use it to pay for shelter, we'll likely live through the night, but we'll be so weak from hunger, that I probably won't be able to carry you, and you probably won't be able to produce any more gold."

The inventor sighed again and picked up Gwendolyn, gently tucking her under his arm.

"No food again," he said sadly, turning up the collar on his coat. "We'll have to use the last of the gold to pay for shelter from the cold." Gwendolyn nodded and nestled closer.

They made their way down the now icy street.

The inventor paused in front of a shop that had a small, hand-lettered sign in the window. The sign said "We buy winter coats and hats."

"I could sell my coat and hat," said the inventor thoughtfully. "With what we get for my coat and hat, we could buy something to eat, and maybe we could try one more day."

Gwendolyn looked up at the inventor.

"What do you say, Gwendolyn, old girl?" he asked. "We've made it this far, haven't we? No guts, no glory, eh?"

"Honk!" said Gwendolyn, nodding her head in agreement, and so they opened the door and stepped inside.
The man behind the counter looked at the inventor in surprise. "It's going to snow," he said. "You can't sell your coat and hat, you'll freeze to death."

"But if I don't sell my coat and hat," the inventor replied, "Gwendolyn and I could starve to death."

"Ahhhh," said the man behind the counter. "I see."

"Listen," he said, "You both look hungry. Here, come in back, sit down, share a cup of coffee and some fresh-baked bread with me."

The inventor and Gwendolyn gratefully accepted the offer and the three of them sat companionably in the cozy room, enjoying the warm, sweet bread.

"I'll tell you what," said the man. "I'll buy your coat and hat and pay you for them now, but I insist on lending you the coat and hat as a friend, until the weather turns warm again and I know you are safe."

The inventor and Gwendolyn looked at the man in surprise. "But you don't even know us," said the inventor. "We are strangers, and we have nothing left to give you but our word, to assure you that we will return in the spring."

"There's something to be said for that," replied the man. "You've come a long way, haven't you?" he asked.

The inventor and Gwendolyn nodded.

"And you must believe in yourselves very strongly, or you'd never have been able to make it this far. The fact that you were willing to sell your coat and hat speaks volumes."

"Gwendolyn can lay golden eggs, sir," said the inventor. "But she hasn't enough strength left to show you," he said quietly.

"Oh wait!" he said, digging into his pocket.

"There is one very small golden egg left. But we have to use it to pay for shelter."

The man who had been behind the counter shook his head. "You don't have to show me," he said. "I can see it in your eyes." "How long do you think the money from the sale of your coat and hat will last you?" he inquired.
"We hope it will last long enough," said the inventor, "to find a big company owned by people who will give us food and shelter until Gwendolyn grows strong again, and can lay golden eggs as big as baseballs."

Their host laughed. "Well, golden eggs as big as baseballs would be very nice, indeed," he said, "But let me ask you a question. Are you cold now? Are you hungry?"

The inventor and Gwendolyn looked at each other. "Why no," replied the inventor. "Thanks to you, we are both warm and full."
"Good," said the man. "There is food, there is warmth, and there is shelter here. I have an extra room with two soft beds. You are invited to stay and to make Gwendolyn strong."

"But we are total strangers," replied the inventor, "And you are not a big company. Who are you, and why would you be willing to help us?"

The man turned in his chair and reached for what looked like a big cookie tin on the counter behind him.
With some effort, he placed the heavy container on the table in front of him, then removed the lid to show them what was inside.

It was filled to the brim with golden eggs, as big as baseballs. He smiled briefly, as if remembering something, and then he spoke.

"My friends," he said,"I was an inventor."

About the Illustrator: The talented Dennis Cox of West Jordan, Utah spends much of his day on the computer illustrating . He tells us he has a wife of 24 years, a recently married daughter and a teenage son (2/3 of which have forced all the hair to leave the top of his head). He also shares his house with 4 dogs and 2 cats (don't ask......). Occasional fishing trips account for most of his recreational time. He has been doodling since about the age of eight. In 1988 he found out what a computer could do for graphics, and has been strictly digital since. He specializes in caricatures and illustrations but sometimes dabbles in animation and portraits.

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Cynthia Gurin lives in South Florida with her husband Bob, a quartet of cats, two dogs, and a remarkably wise duck. Cynthia has achieved recognition in both the Miami Herald and The Wall Street Journal for innovative marketing techniques. She considers the Personal Ad, through which she met her husband, to be her most rewarding literary endeavor. She holds a senior corporate position in the real world. Send Mail For other stories by this author, see the Author/Illustrator Index.


An Inventor can also be an Entrepreneur
An entrepreneur is someone who undertakes to start and conduct an enterprise or business, assuming full control and risk.

If you were the first one to have invented lemonade, for example, and you built the lemonade stand, squeezed the lemons, acted as the lemonade salesman, and at the end of the day you cleaned up the stand and washed all the glasses, (or you hired other people to help you do all of that), you would be both an inventor as well as an entrepreneur.

If you sold a lot of lemonade, you might get rich.

It's likely to cost money to buy the wood and build the stand. It also costs money to buy the lemons and sugar and the pitcher and the lemonade glasses.

If you don't think very carefully about what you want to do before you go and do it, and if nobody comes to buy your lemonade, you could lose your whole investment.

In plain language, an entrepreneur is someone who has decided to turn his or her invention into a business.

Doing your homework is what being an entrepreneur is all about. What kind of homework? Well, you might want to find out who wants lemonade. Then you need to know WHY they want it. Where's the best place to build that stand so that people see it when they're most thirsty for lemonade? Do people only want lemonade during the summer, or do they like it all year around?. What about other products made out of lemonade? Would frozen lemonade on a popsicle stick be a good idea? Are you the first lemonade stand in your area? If not, what happened to the other one? If people aren't buying lemonade when they're thirsty now, what ARE they buying? Do they like whatever it is that they're buying, better than lemonade?

Doing other things with your invention:
Some inventors choose to SELL their inventions to others. They just want to invent things and let others build or sell them.

Other inventors choose to LICENSE their invention and earn a royalty, (let somebody else build it and get paid a small but steady income, as a percentage of the sale price of each one that gets built and sold.

Inventions ahead of their time: A lot of inventors invent things before the rest of the world can figure out why in the world they would even want such a thing. Automobiles, for example. Many people looked at the first car and scratched their head. "We already have a perfectly good horse and buggy to get us places!," they said. "Why in the world would we need such a thing?" .

The inventor can look past what IS, to what CAN BE, and if it's worth building, he'll do it.
Believe in your dream.

Every new invention, every triumph of engineering skill, is the embodiment of some scientific idea; and experience has proven that discoveries in science, however remote from the interests of every-day life they may at first appear, ultimately confer unforseen and incalculable benefits on mankind.--Robert Routledge

Well, most of them do, anyway.
Just for fun:
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INVENTION DIMENSION: The MIT inventors site profiles a different creative innovator every week, in breezy, picture-filled bios. The Invention Dimension series introduces the world of inventors to students -- or anyone else interested -- and helps paint a portrait of how their inventions have affected our lives. The great names are here, from Benjamin Franklin and Eli Whitney to Thomas Edison and Alexander Graham Bell. But so are the lesser-known inventors -- geniuses such as Norbert Rillieux, the son of a black slave and a white plantation owner who grew up to invent the sugar processing evaporator. One inventor profiled gained greater fame for her pictures than for her patents: movie star Heddy Lamarr is honored for her invention of a military communications system used in World War II.

The Inventor

Bedtime Story was an early proponent of color e-books.
At the time this story was written, back in 1997, there was no such thing as a color ebook. No such thing as color screen SmartPhones, no such thing as iPads. The idea of a hand-held with color was literally unheard of. So....working with the brilliant author and inventor, Martin Woodhouse. Bedtime-Story helped publicize the fact that color e-books WERE possible, and had been accomplished by Dr. Woodhouse using 16 colors, exactly as you see them in this story. At the time, this was ground breaking, cutting edge technology. Frankly, it was pretty nifty. And it was readable on any age PC. This is the very same story that was used to demonstrate fantastic new technology back then.


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