[[ Stickman & Stickbabe ]]

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met,
clicked,
hitched,
till death do us part...


[[ All I want in 2007... ]]

Seeing loved ones happy
Mission trips
Have a cute baby
Learn bridal makeup
Speak Camb/Viet
Pay off our housing loan!


[[ Leaving? ]]

~C-Cup : cupcakes from heaven... (perfect 4 parties)
~My Bali Photo Blog
~Melonbabe (my female sibling)
~Angelia (a kid i tutored, who grew up!)
~WZB (a woman with an expensive rock)
~Get Blobbed... (splish splash plop blobbe)
~My Primary School Classmate
~My pescatarian recipe blog
~Simplicity - making a difference in Kenya
~A visually delightful blog of a stranger
~Another visual treat...
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Tuesday, November 29, 2005

(Story adapted from a church sermon, exaggerated and retold.)

Henry was a bull and Betsy was a cow. Both lived in some long-forgotten era where bloody sacrifices were commonly used for atonement of sins to a God (who incidentally is getting tired of all the bloody sacrifices).

Henry and Betsy both belonged to a farmer who was in a dilemma. He loved both Henry and Betsy, so which one would he send to a bloody end? And he tossed and turned over this the whole night before the sacrifice, alongside dreams of lovely Hanna, his brother's wife, strategically wrapped in a scarlet robe - a desire which made necessary the impending sacrifice. Hee!

The next day, the farmer decided on strong, virile Henry over voluptous Betsy, who was heavy with milk that season. So he started the engine and reversed the tractor out of the shed to look for Henry. Henry, who had a strange premonition of what was to befall him, was trembling in fear at the far reaches of the fields.

Thud! The tractor reversed into Betsy, and a dull sound of breaking bones can be heard. Giving a loud wail, Betsy the Cow limped painfully away, milk spraying in all directions. Before the farmer could shout "B-e-t-s-y!", Betsy rammed straight into some branches, which poked one of her eyes out. In pain, she tried to look to Farmer for help, inadvertently poking her other good eye into another branch.

In great distress now, Betsy groped blindly for her water trough, hoping to clean the blood off her face. Bump! She misaimed, and knocked all her teeth out. Her tongue lolled out uselessly, with no teeth to keep it in place. No plastic surgeon in the world could put Betsy the Cow back into shape again.

Having no teeth, blind and lame, she could not eat and her milk froze in her udders. She was such a mess to look at, that the sensitive Henry would gag days on end, depressed and suicidal.

(Return again to find out what happened next on the farm...)



stickbabe [ 11:15 PM ]