Oh my Lord
It was a beautiful sunny summer’s morning, as the priest
took a walk in the local forest. As he passed a small stream he saw a sad
looking frog sitting on a toadstool.
"What on earth is wrong with you?"
asked the priest. "Well,"
said the frog, "the reason I am so
sad on this fine day is because I wasn't always a frog." "Really!" said the priest. "Can you explain?"
"Once upon a time I was a Choir boy at
the local church. I too was walking through this same forest when the wicked
witch of the forest confronted me. ‘Let me pass!’ I yelled, but to no avail.
She called me a cheeky little boy and with a wave of her wand, turned me into
this frog you see before you."
"That's an
incredible story," said the priest. "Is there any way of reversing this spell that the witch has cast
upon you?" "Yes" said the frog, "It is said, that if a kind person would pick me up, take me home,
give me food and warmth and with a good night’s sleep I would wake up a boy
once again."
"Today's
your lucky day!" said the
priest, and picked up the frog and took him home.
The priest gave the frog plenty of food, placed him by
the fire and at bedtime put the frog on the pillow beside him. When he awoke
next morning, he saw that the Choirboy was beside him in bed.
"And those
are my instructions Your Honour and the case for the Defense" said the Lawyer
to the Judge as he sat down.......
-------------------Mike--------------
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