Posted on 07/01/2008 3:19:08 PM PDT by Soaring Feather
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Good morning!
Hope you feel better soon!
Mornin’, Monk!
Gas price check, folks!
here in Tulsa it's $3.799
I take it from your post that you're back in the garden spot of the world????
$4.169 for regular at the cut-rates, $4.239 at the name brands
Scored $3.999 Sunday just outside of Aurora!
Yep, I am back in the sauna. It's been peaceful so far and I really like it like that. :)
Chuckle!
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Mouse Trap
A mouse looked through the crack in the wall to see the farmer and his wife open a package.
“What food might this contain?” The mouse wondered - he was
devastated to discover it was a mousetrap.
Retreating to the farmyard, the mouse proclaimed the warning
“There is a mousetrap in the house! There is a mousetrap in the
house!”
The chicken clucked and scratched, raised her head and said, “Mr. Mouse, I can tell this is a grave concern to you, but it is of no consequence to me. I cannot be bothered by it.”
The mouse turned to the pig and told him, “There is a mousetrap in the house! There is a mousetrap in the house!”
The pig sympathized, but said, “I am so very sorry, Mr. Mouse, but there is nothing I can do about it but pray. Be assured you are in my prayers.”
The mouse turned to the cow and said “There is a mousetrap in the house! There is a mousetrap in the house!”
The cow said, “Wow, Mr. Mouse. I’m sorry for you, but it’s no skin off my nose.”
So, the mouse returned to the house, head down and dejected, to face the farmer’s mousetrap alone.
That very night a sound was heard throughout the house — like the sound of a mousetrap catching its prey.
The farmer’s wife rushed to see what was caught. In the darkness she did not see it was a venomous snake whose tail the trap had caught.
The snake bit the farmer’s wife. The farmer rushed her to the
hospital, and she returned home with a fever.
Everyone knows you treat a fever with fresh chicken soup, so the farmer took his hatchet to the farmyard for the soup’s main ingredient.
But his wife’s sickness continued, so friends and neighbors came to sit with her around the clock. To feed them, the farmer butchered the pig.
The farmer’s wife did not get well; she died. So many people came for her funeral, the farmer had the cow slaughtered to provide enough meat for all of them.
The mouse looked upon it all from his crack in the wall with great sadness.
So, the next time you hear someone is facing a problem and think it doesn’t concern you, remember — when one of us is threatened, we are all at risk.
We are all involved in this journey called life. We must keep an
eye out for one another and make an extra effort to encourage one another.
Hi, kiddo!
With a little luck and a blessing or two, it will be the hottest place you ever experience!
That is beautiful.
TWO BROTHERS
Once upon a time, two brothers who lived on adjoining
farms fell into conflict. It was the first serious
rift in 40 years of farming side by side, sharing
machinery and trading labor and goods as needed
without a hitch.
Then the long collaboration fell apart. It began with
a small misunderstanding and it grew into a major
difference, and finally it exploded into an exchange
of bitter words followed by weeks of silence.
One morning there was a knock on John's door. He
opened it to find a man with a carpenter's toolbox.
"I'm looking for a few day's work" he said.
"Perhaps you would have a few small jobs here and
there I could help with? Could I help you?"
Yes," said the older brother. "I do have a job for
you. Look across the creek at that farm. That's my
neighbor, in fact, it's my younger brother! Last week
there was a meadow between us and he took his
bulldozer to the river levee and now there is a creek
between us. Well, he may have done this to spite me,
but I'll do him one better. See that pile of lumber by
the barn? I want you to build me a fence -an 8-foot
fence-so I won't need to see his place or his face
anymore."
The carpenter said, "I think I understand the
situation. Show me the nails and the post-hole digger
and I'll be able to do a job that pleases you." The
older brother had to go to town, so he helped the
carpenter get the materials ready and then he was off
for the day. The carpenter worked hard all that day
measuring, sawing, nailing.
About sunset when the farmer returned, the carpenter
had just finished his job. The farmer's eyes opened
wide, his jaw dropped. There was no fence there at
all. It was a bridge-a bridge stretching from one
side of the creek to the other!
A fine piece of work, handrails and all! And the
neighbor, his younger brother, was coming toward them,
his hand outstretched. "You are quite a fellow to
build this bridge after all I've said and done." The
two brothers stood at each end of the bridge, and then
they met in the middle, taking each other's hand.
They turned to see the carpenter hoist his toolbox
onto his shoulder. "No, wait! Stay a few days. I've
a lot of other projects for you," said the older
brother. "I'd love to stay on," the carpenter said,
"but I have many more bridges to build."
Lovely and true!
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