The Wise Gnat
I thought it would be fun to make up a story from the words my husband and I used in a recent game of scrabble. It was:
The hen was only protecting her brood when she clawed the moody yak who had a taste for raw eggs. The vet decided to shave the yak's wound and then he sprinkled it with talc. I guess that was an apt treatment because suddenly the yak began to wag her tail gleefully. That vet was a real wiz.
After the vet left, the hen and the yak fired off insults at each other. A three-legged gnat, a tripod looking creature, had been sitting on the front of the yak's brow. He spoke up, "Stop this jive and lay down your guns at the altar of forgiveness. You can't quarrel over every jot and tittle."
With that, the yak and the hen sealed a covenant of peace using the gnat's signet ring (which he always wore on his third pod). Each of them brought forth a gift of reconciliation. The yak produced a cubic meter of Brie made from her milk. The hen offered lox from the salmon that her master had caught in a nearby stream.
"Yum! What a fine feast," declared the gnat as he roasted the fish and the cheese over a blazing fire. After their meal, the threesome bid each other farewell, and the gnat offered these parting words, "If a brother slips up, do be quick to forgive. By the way, have you met Jesus?"
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