One Sunday morning after church
service, god and St. Peter went to play golf. God teed off, He gave a mighty
swipe and sliced the ball off into the rough beside the fairway.
Just as the ball was about to hit
the ground, a squirrel darted out of the bush. Picked it up in his mouth and
ran with it down the fair way. Suddenly a vulture swooped down pick the
squirrel up in its claws and flew it over the green. A man at that very moment
with a rifle took aim and shot the vulture in mid-flight. The vulture let go
of the squirrel. The squirrel fell onto the green and the ball rolled out of
its mouth into the hole.
St. Peter turned to god in annoyance and said,
“Come on now! Do you want to play golf our do you want to fool around?”
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