" I'll have to read it sometime," said Paul. He though to himself, "A preacher? You have got to be kidding. I just prayed in desperate situations. Why...would God choose me? God only knows, I guess." Well Reverend Barnes won't be needing his copy anymore," Stan commented. "His wife and kids died of this stuff, and he was raising hell and cussing God the other day over it, and it started hailing baseball size stuff. It hit him in the head and dropped him like a rock."Dawson added, "Yeah, and then. So let me think, we have the Kiters, Belldrops, then there’s the Halfens oh and Jellmits couldn’t forget them. Then you have Macs and Masters oh and Hethereens and Greyfriers. Of course you’ll find the usual suspects that you find in any little wholesome town, farmers, bakers, barkeepers and innkeepers, bankers, knights and shopkeepers but I think that’s all you’ll need to worry about just now unless you wish to venture outside of the protective walls, outside in the wilderness your fate is. We entered the building and I was greeted by an old friend who immediately produced a paddle and spanked Kitty ten times. He knew why I was there and directed me to the area I sought. I was here at the pet obedience school so Kitty cold get reacquainted with the proper attitude required for her to be my pet. There were several men and women being taught as we traveled to the room I wanted. Kitty was lucky only three people chose to paddle her decorated backside on our way. She was led to a. "Uh... yeah?" Do you think I should explain to Debbie about how..." she paused, trying to think of the right word. "How we... met?"I suddenly got an image of myself as Rip Van Winkle, and started to giggle. This eased the tension considerably, and Mary started to giggle. After a couple of seconds, even Debbie was giggling."Um..." said Debbie, in between giggles. "Why are we... (giggle)... laughing?" Tell her," I instructed Mary.Mary proceeded to tell the story of my accident to Debbie. I.