(Bed-Time Stories cont'd)

coach our child." "Sure, I'll take the credit," said Mr. Shrewd. And he did. By and by, Idiot Number Two came up with a champion, but as soon as he did the champion's parents became interested and suddenly realized that the coach didn't know their child as well as they did, and that he even resented their interference. So they took their champion to Idiot Number One and said: "If you can make it worth our while, and promise not to interfere we'll let you take the credit." "Get lost," said Idiot Number One. So they went to Mr. Shrewd and said: "If you can make it worth our while, and promise not to interfere we'll let you take the credit." "Sure, I'll take the credit," said Mr. Shrewd. "And I've had a new- warm-up suit waiting for your child ever since I heard you were unhappy." One day the three coaches went to an age-group meet and were drowned in a tidal wave. When they got to the "great swimming pool in the sky" they each in turn approached the life-guard, whose name was "St. Peter," and tried to rent pool-time. "I've coached a champion, but don't have any credit to my name," said Idiot Number One. "Credit means nothing," said St. Pete, "take lanes 1 & 2, and welcome to the Hall of Fame." "I've coached a champion, but don't have any credit to my name, either," said Idiot Number Two. "Credit means nothing," said St. Pete, "take lanes 3 & 4, and welcome to the Hall of Fame." "I've coached many parents and I've got credit for two champions," said Mr. Shrewd. "You can't rent pool time on bad credit," said St. Peter. Just then someone tapped Mr. Shrewd on the shoulder and said: "Welcome to the Hall of Flame!"

MORAL: Sour grapes mellow with age...and taste fine.