The Golden Throne...

The Loony Bin ( loonies@bloodaxe.demon.co.uk )
Thu, 17 Apr 1997 14:47:22 +0100


Hiya Folks...

>From time to time we get one of these punny stories...judge for
yourself...

Wishes & Dreams...

- ANDREA
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  ------- Forwarded foolishness follows -------

This missionary got sent to evangelize among the Fuzzie Wuzzies on Bongo
Bongo but was having little success.  

He approached the King of the Fuzzie Wuzzies to see what would be
necessary to engender his cooperation.  

The King had seen pictures of European kings and queens sitting on
thrones, and he told the missionary that he would have the entire tribe
convert if only he could have a golden throne.  

The missionary wrote home to the Home Mission Board to tell them of this
marvelous opportunity; could they please send him a golden throne?  

So they sent him one (okay, it wasn't solid gold, but the King liked it
a lot), and the whole tribe converted and the missionary was a big
success.

In his later years, however, the King of the Fuzzie Wuzzies got kind of
arthritic and decided that sitting on his hard old golden throne was
exacerbating his aches and pains, so he stashed the throne up in the
attic of his little grass shack.  

Sure enough, one day the throne came crashing through the ceiling and
squashed the old King of the Fuzzie Wuzzies.

Which only goes to show that people who live in grass houses shouldn't
stow thrones.