| Humor Fiction posted May 28, 2021 |
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If you pray really, really, really ... hard
Behold: Rodential Resurrection!
by Elizabeth Emerald
When I was in the third grade, we had a one-time Show-and-Tell day devoted to so-called pets.
The catch was that the creatures had to be caged, which ruled out real pets and left guinea pigs, hamsters, and mice. As I did not have the dubious pleasure of owning a rodent, I had to content (?) myself with observing the antics of the critters of my classmates.
The day before Pet Day, one of the boys, Jimmy, announced to the class that he thought it best to leave Harry the Hamster at home, on account of his being dead. Harry had expired two days prior; he currently resided subterraneously (i.e. in a box in the backyard, basement level).
Several of us kids suggested that Jimmy dig up Harry and display him regardless; our teacher, Mrs. Healy, summarily vetoed the proposal for disinterment.
Undaunted, we kids determined that the exhumation would proceed; we finalized our plan during recess. I was among the lucky four who, along with Susan, Paul, and Charlie, had parental permission to visit friends after school; thus, we accompanied Jimmy home in order to participate (or to bear witness; I selflessly insisted that the others do the digging.)
Susan, having recently attended the funeral of her grandfather, suggested that we recite a graveside prayer. Susan recalled that, in a last ditch effort, the minister had beseeched the Lord to grant Grandpa eternal life; alas, Grandpa had stayed dead, so they had to proceed with the burial.
We kids figured, since there were five of us, versus just the one guy rooting for Grandpa, that the combined power of our prayers might tip the scales in favor of resurrection.
Before the digging commenced, and throughout the process, we all prayed aLOUD to the Lord, to bring Harry back to life.
Lo! A miracle was wrought. When the cardboard coffin was opened, Harry was sniffing about, whiskers a'twitchin'.
The next day, Jimmy toted Harry the Hamster to class in triumph. Harry was duly Shown, to the amazement of all.
After which Jimmy proceeded to Tell, what he'd learned in the wake of Harry's resurrection, about hibernation.
When I was in the third grade, we had a one-time Show-and-Tell day devoted to so-called pets.
The catch was that the creatures had to be caged, which ruled out real pets and left guinea pigs, hamsters, and mice. As I did not have the dubious pleasure of owning a rodent, I had to content (?) myself with observing the antics of the critters of my classmates.
The day before Pet Day, one of the boys, Jimmy, announced to the class that he thought it best to leave Harry the Hamster at home, on account of his being dead. Harry had expired two days prior; he currently resided subterraneously (i.e. in a box in the backyard, basement level).
Several of us kids suggested that Jimmy dig up Harry and display him regardless; our teacher, Mrs. Healy, summarily vetoed the proposal for disinterment.
Undaunted, we kids determined that the exhumation would proceed; we finalized our plan during recess. I was among the lucky four who, along with Susan, Paul, and Charlie, had parental permission to visit friends after school; thus, we accompanied Jimmy home in order to participate (or to bear witness; I selflessly insisted that the others do the digging.)
Susan, having recently attended the funeral of her grandfather, suggested that we recite a graveside prayer. Susan recalled that, in a last ditch effort, the minister had beseeched the Lord to grant Grandpa eternal life; alas, Grandpa had stayed dead, so they had to proceed with the burial.
We kids figured, since there were five of us, versus just the one guy rooting for Grandpa, that the combined power of our prayers might tip the scales in favor of resurrection.
Before the digging commenced, and throughout the process, we all prayed aLOUD to the Lord, to bring Harry back to life.
Lo! A miracle was wrought. When the cardboard coffin was opened, Harry was sniffing about, whiskers a'twitchin'.
The next day, Jimmy toted Harry the Hamster to class in triumph. Harry was duly Shown, to the amazement of all.
After which Jimmy proceeded to Tell, what he'd learned in the wake of Harry's resurrection, about hibernation.
The catch was that the creatures had to be caged, which ruled out real pets and left guinea pigs, hamsters, and mice. As I did not have the dubious pleasure of owning a rodent, I had to content (?) myself with observing the antics of the critters of my classmates.
The day before Pet Day, one of the boys, Jimmy, announced to the class that he thought it best to leave Harry the Hamster at home, on account of his being dead. Harry had expired two days prior; he currently resided subterraneously (i.e. in a box in the backyard, basement level).
Several of us kids suggested that Jimmy dig up Harry and display him regardless; our teacher, Mrs. Healy, summarily vetoed the proposal for disinterment.
Undaunted, we kids determined that the exhumation would proceed; we finalized our plan during recess. I was among the lucky four who, along with Susan, Paul, and Charlie, had parental permission to visit friends after school; thus, we accompanied Jimmy home in order to participate (or to bear witness; I selflessly insisted that the others do the digging.)
Susan, having recently attended the funeral of her grandfather, suggested that we recite a graveside prayer. Susan recalled that, in a last ditch effort, the minister had beseeched the Lord to grant Grandpa eternal life; alas, Grandpa had stayed dead, so they had to proceed with the burial.
We kids figured, since there were five of us, versus just the one guy rooting for Grandpa, that the combined power of our prayers might tip the scales in favor of resurrection.
Before the digging commenced, and throughout the process, we all prayed aLOUD to the Lord, to bring Harry back to life.
Lo! A miracle was wrought. When the cardboard coffin was opened, Harry was sniffing about, whiskers a'twitchin'.
The next day, Jimmy toted Harry the Hamster to class in triumph. Harry was duly Shown, to the amazement of all.
After which Jimmy proceeded to Tell, what he'd learned in the wake of Harry's resurrection, about hibernation.
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