In regard to my laughing: How are you not supposed to laugh at Lenten dinner readings?
I mean why would a horseman see a sparrow lying on his back and dismount to talk to it? Kick it into the bushes maybe. And the sparrow talks back?
What kind of drug-addled fairy tale is this? I think Mom is lucky I only laughed at the readings and did not turn on, tune in and drop out.
I looked and couldn't find the version we used to hear at dinner, but this one is close (at the very end). I actually wrote my own version for Mom a few years ago. I like mine better.
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In Small Gods by Terry Pratchett one character uges another to join a fight. The second one says, essentially, "No way, the odds are against us, it will be a useless display of force against an unbeatable foe. what good would that do?" The first one replies, horrified, "You mean you don't know?"
xxooJTG
I will never forget the sparrow.
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