Once upon a time there was a dandy frog that decided to go on a long journey. Since he was a very cautious frog he decided to ask his very good friend Peterson, a stout chum from Donegal, Ireland, to join him. He was as always willing to partake in an adventure.
So they set of for their long travel, but first they visited Father McAllister for a blessing for the road. That they got, and furthermore he bestowed upon them ample supply from his own jar of special blended�tobacco. Now they were more then ready to face whatever dire straits they may encounter.
After crossing vast expanses of water they finally laid their eyes upon shores only heard of in the tales of old sailors. They mustered their faith and courage and set out for a travel on horseback through a country not many had laid their eyes upon.
After crossing endless plains and rolling hills covered with wild flowers, fording rivers full with trouts that had never seen a manmade fly, they came to a place that was inhabited.
Among the locals lived a man from a faraway country. They befriended him and took their lodgings in his humble abode. They found him an amiable person and to his great joy they decided to take permanent residency in his home.
There they sat�in good fellowship during the long nights of the high plain, entertaining each other with stories from days gone by, about feats by heroes great and small, known and unknown to an wider audience.
And if you dare to undertake such an perilous journey you may join them, because as far as I know they are still sitting there under the endless, star lit sky, telling their tales for everyone who care to listen.
With other more mundane words: The package made it here and even passed the scrutinizing inspection of a Mongol Custom Official.
I tried Father McAllister's mixture in the HCA tonight. Sweet. I have to improve my technique though. Puffin' away way to quick. A little tongue burn. Practice makes perfection, they say.
How can I ever thank you?
I wish you:
All good from the Almighty,
Closeness to the Risen,
Strength from the Sent One.
Mats
Editor's note: The references in Mats' story are as follows. H. C. Anderson is a Stanwell HCA churchwarden. The frog is Frog Morton On The Town. Peterson and Donegal go together as a Peterson Donegal. I have no idea who Father McAllister is, but I definitely know his blending ingredients are top secret. And it would take too much space to explain why pipes and tobacco were sent to Mongolia. Suffice it to say, I honestly believe God was glorified in so doing. Hope you enjoyed Mats' writing. Perry
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