Pavel Finds A Job by Joanne Okano

     Some people want others to fail and themselves to succeed.  That is not kind.  Some other people want everyone to succeed.  That is kind.  I am of the latter I hope.  Pavel was a good boy - he wanted everyone to succeed.  He got upon the table and danced, Pavel did. 
     Papa's home!  he said.

     Papa went away and Mama had to earn a living for herself and little Pavel.  She carried him on her back and strode into town to look for a job.  He noticed the pretty pictures in the window of the bank.
     Go there, Mummy, he suggested wisely.  Children often have good things to say.
     They went inside the bank and she asked for a job. 
     What can you do?  the bank manager asked in an interested tone.
     I can write advertisements for your bank, said Pavel's mother.  I can write them so well that even a three year old can understand them and will want to use your bank.
      How so?  asked the bank manager.
     Like this:  Put your money in the savings deposit.  It will grow.  Even all the three year olds will come here and inwest their Christmas money.
     Ah yes, I see exactly, said bank manager.
     Three year olds and many older people can't understand thousands of words explaining in complicated detail how and why to inwest money.  Make it simple, said Pavel's mother.
     Well, that sounds like a wonderful idea, Mrs?  said bank manager.
     Pavlova, she replied.
     Mrs. Pavlova.  Now what about the baby?  asked bank manager.
     Pardon?
     The baby on your back? 
     This is Pavel, my son, she replied and smiled brightly.  He comes with me when I go out, don't you Pavel?  she played with his hand.
     Yes, that's just what I was getting at.  We don't bring babies to work here, said bank manager, crestfallen.
     Pardon?
     We leave them at home with a babysitter or we put them (cringe) in a daycare.
     We leave them at home with a babysitter - or we put them in daycare - oh no, Pavel comes with me!  she smiled.
     His nose is dripping, said bank manager, head bowed.  Well, goodbye, Mrs. Pavlova, we'll let you know.  He shook her hand.
     You'll let me know - if I get job?
     Yes, we'll let you know.  Time to go now, Pavel!
     Bye!  said Pavel, waving and smiling.
     Outside the bank, Pavel's mother turned to Pavel and said, I think maybe we didn't get job.  On to next prospect.
     And she went home and wrote a manuscript for a children's book and sent it to a publisher, and then another publisher and then another publisher, and then it was published.  Pavel helped her cutting out the pictures and gluing them in with rubber cement.  So Pavel found a job.
     Daddy would be here if he could dear, said Mama.
     Pavel missed his Papa.  But he was glad to be with his Mama and helping her.

To Be Continued