snowyday Posted April 28, 2012 Share Posted April 28, 2012 A clergyman spent the afternoon at a house in an English village where he had preached. After tea he was sitting in the garden with his hostess. Out rushed her little boy holding a rat above his head. “Don’t be afraid, mother,†he cried, “it’s dead. We beat him and bashed him and thumped him untilâ€â€” and then catching sight of the reverend, he added, in a lowered voice—“until God called him home.†* * * * Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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