"In trouble?" Grandpa asked. "Yes," Edward growled. "I'm always the one.... I was building a bridge with the new bulldozer but Mom said I had to share and it isn't fair! Now I can't play at all and Sammy's going to wreck everything."

There appeared... letters in blazing light, as plain as the handwriting on the wall in the house of Nebuchadnezzar. They appeared just above the group of little faces. The message slowly spelled out, "India's helpless little ones are calling you."