SpiritLedEd
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While walking near his church, a minister overheard something that nearly made his collar wilt. Apparently his 5 year old son and his playmates had found a dead robin and decided that a proper burial was in order. They secured a small box and put some straw in it for matting and elected his son to perform the ceremony.
They dug a hole and made ready to inter the deceased. When all was ready, the minister's son stepped forward and intoned these words: "Glory be to the Faaather, and unto the Sonnn, and into the hole he goes!"
SLE
They dug a hole and made ready to inter the deceased. When all was ready, the minister's son stepped forward and intoned these words: "Glory be to the Faaather, and unto the Sonnn, and into the hole he goes!"
SLE