“Fern,” said Mr. Greenleaf, “you won’t believe what just
happened. I’ve unquestionably survived yet another hair-raising adventure with
Mrs. Willowkins. Not that I have hair to raise, mind you. But if I did, I’m
quite certain it would be sticking straight up like the black plume of a
Mountain Quail - although the quail’s plume is most indubitably a feather and
not hair. Nonetheless, I tell you truthfully that I’ve weathered another spine-tingling
ordeal! A torrent of water washed me from the handle hollow onto foreign soil.
Instantly, the brave she-human wheedled me back onto the watering pot, and then
she rapidly carted me up a steep incline, past the Croaker-infested fishpond, and
up Big-Blue Mountain; and I dare say, faster than a wild cheetah in the
grasslands of Africa!”
Fern stood
completely dumbfounded.
“Mrs.
Willowkins talked to the Lord throughout the entire mission,” said Mr.
Greenleaf. “However, this time, she called Him by a special name – Jesus. And
when she had me to safe haven, Mrs. Willowkins said as plain as day, ‘Thank You,
Lord Jesus.’ I believe that’s the most beautiful name I’ve ever heard – Jesus.
What a remarkable day at the end of this unforgettable summer. The Lord is God,
and He made everything. The Lord is my Guide, and His name is Jesus!”
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