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then you’ll have to walk on blistered feet to the other place where all the Baptists are.”

Walking on blistered feet can’t be much fun I thought. At least I’d be out of the heat.

We should be thankful for having a Baptist friend to help us out of a predicament like this.

But what am I going to do about the freckled

knuckled Devil?

He’s Baptist.

Larry l’éo was successful in his endeavor to have a flxmily pet buried in the St. james Methodist Cemetery. The poem entitled Zatchery explains how the deed was done.

Zatchery by Larry Yeo

He was named Zatchery by me

but, the locals called him Snoop.

He was a big black Labrador dog,

a friend of everyone he met,

he snooped his way up the road as

far as the church every morning.

Every morning was the same old ritual,

stopping in on Hazel where he always got a cookie.

“I see Snoop in church more often than I see his master.” The locals would remind me.

“Hazel only has a cookie for the dog.” I remind them. Alas, time passes

and Snoop died.

Where should I bury Him?

Snoop used to spend much time in the cemetery,

why not bury him there;

a good respectable grave should be in order, I thought. I had better tell Wendell my plan.

He gets excited when you do something

and you don’t tell him about it.

LOT 16 UNITED CHURCH AND ITS PEOPLE