A good friend came to me recently, upset about his pet frog.
He had had this frog as a pet for several years, and it had
just died.
"How do I give it a proper burial? I can't just flush it down the
toilet. And I can't just throw it in the lake for the fish to eat."
After getting over all the giggles I had, I calmly replied, "Why
don't you build it a nice casket out of wood and bury it."
My friend spent hours in his garage, cutting and sawing,
hammering and chiseling. This new frog casket was the
prettiest, most intricately carved frog casket I had ever
laid my eyes on. My friend even took the time to sand
down the edges, stain the wood, and line the inside with
a nice dark green velvet.
After all of this trouble my friend went through, it would have
been a shame not to have a proper funeral. So a few of us
got together and said some prayers and reminisced about
how happy this frog had made us over the years.
The skies were getting dark as the sun was setting in the west
that cool November evening. It was time to get the shovels
and find a spot to bury my friend's pet frog.
My friend and I went back to the garage and found a shiny new
shovel and a post hole digger just in case. My friend picked out
a good spot under a sicamore tree where the grass was green and
where he thought his pet frog would be happiest.
Grabbing the shiny new shovel with the green handle, my friend
started to dig. He then asked, "Hey, how deep are we supposed
to bury pet frogs, anyway?"
To which I calmly replied, "Knee-deep." |
