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What is the theme of "The Little Boy"?





The Little Boy





Once a little boy went to school.


He was quite a little boy.


And it was quite a big school.


But when the little boy


Found that he could go to his room


By walking right in from the door outside,


He was happy.


And the school did not seem


Quite so big any more.





One morning,


When the little boy had been in school a while,


The teacher said:





Today we are going to make a picture.”


“Good” thought the little boy.


He liked to make pictures.


He could make all kinds:


Lions and tigers,


Chickens and cows,


Trains and boats—


And he took out his box of crayons


And began to draw.





But the teacher said:


“Wait!” It is not time to begin!”


And she waited until everyone looked ready.





“Now,” said the teacher.


“We are going to make flowers.”


“Good!” thought the little boy.


He liked to make flowers


And he began to make beautiful ones


With his pink and orange and blue crayons.





But the teacher said


“Wait! And I will show you how.”


And she drew a flower on the blackboard


It was red, with a green stem.


“There,” said the teacher


“Now you may begin.”





The little boy looked at the teacher’s flower.


Then he looked at his own flower.


He liked his flower better than the teacher’s.


But he did not say this,


He just turned his paper over


And made a flower like the teacher’s.


It was red, with a green stem.





On another day,


When the little boy had opened the door from the outside all by himself,


The teacher said,


“Today we are going to make something with clay.”


“Good!” thought the little boy.


He liked clay.





He could make all kinds of things with clay:


Snakes and snowmen,


Elephants and mice,


Cars and trucks—


And he began to pull and pinch


His ball of clay.





But the teacher said,


“Wait! It is not time to begin!”


and she waited until everyone looked ready.





“Now,” said the teacher,


“We are going to make a dish.”


“Good!” thought the little boy,


He liked to make dishes,


And be began to make some


That were all shapes and sizes.





But the teacher said,


“Wait! And I will show you how.”


And she showed everyone how to make one deep dish.


“There,” said the teacher,


“Now you may begin.”





The little boy looked at the teacher’s dish


Then he looked at is own.


He liked his dishes better than the teacher’s


But he did not say this,


He just rolled his clay into a big ball again,


And made a dish like the teacher’s.


It was a deep dish.





And pretty soon


The little boy learned to wait


And to watch,


And to make things just like the teacher


And pretty soon


He didn’t make things of his own anymore.





Then it happened


That the little boy and his family


Moved to another house,


In another city,


And the little boy


Had to go to another school.





This school was even bigger


Than his other one


And there was no door from the outside


Into his room.


He had to go up some big steps,


And walk down a long hall


To get to his room.





And the very first day


He was there, the teacher said,


“Today we are going to make a picture.”





“Good!” thought the little boy.


And he waited for the teacher


To tell him what to do


But the teacher didn’t say anything,


She just walked around the room





When she came to the little boy,


She said, “Don’t you want to make a picture?”


“Yes,” said the little boy.


“What are we going to make?”


“I don’t know until you make it,” said the teacher.


“How shall I make it?” said the little boy.


“Why, any way you like” said the teacher.


“And any color?” said the little boy.


Any color,” said the teacher,


“If everyone made the same picture, And used the same colors,


How would I know who made what?





And which was which?”


“I don’t know” said the little boy.


And he began to make pink and orange and blue flowers.





He liked his new school,


Even if it didn’t have a door


Right in from the outside!











--Helen E. Buckley

What is the theme to this quick story just the theme please?
determinism
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