Nature
Many of my blogfriends give credit or blame to others for their posts. Not me. I received this from a friend who shall remain nameless. But I thank her for passing this along.
She wrote: "This one really brought a tear to my eye.....very moving. I agree, and now I share it with you."
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A father watched his young daughter playing in the garden. He smiled as he reflected on how sweet and pure his little girl was. Tears formed in his eyes as he thought about her seeing the wonders of nature through such innocent eyes.
Suddenly she just stopped and stared at the ground.
He went over to her to see what work of God had captured her attention. He noticed she was looking at two spiders mating.
"Daddy, what are those two spiders doing?" she asked.
"They're mating," her father replied.
"What do you call the spider on top?" she asked.
"That's a Daddy Longlegs," her father answered.
"So, the other one is a Mommy Longlegs?"' the little girl asked.
As his heart soared with the joy of such a cute and innocent question he replied, "No, dear. Both of them are Daddy Longlegs."
The little girl, looking a little puzzled, thought for a moment, then lifted her foot and stomped them flat.
"'Well, we're not having any of that gay shit in our garden, are we, Daddy?" she said.
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I leave it to you, dear readers, to come up with the moral of this story -- its anagogic, moral, theological, and other meanings.
Off you go, then.
She wrote: "This one really brought a tear to my eye.....very moving. I agree, and now I share it with you."
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A father watched his young daughter playing in the garden. He smiled as he reflected on how sweet and pure his little girl was. Tears formed in his eyes as he thought about her seeing the wonders of nature through such innocent eyes.
Suddenly she just stopped and stared at the ground.
He went over to her to see what work of God had captured her attention. He noticed she was looking at two spiders mating.
"Daddy, what are those two spiders doing?" she asked."They're mating," her father replied.
"What do you call the spider on top?" she asked.
"That's a Daddy Longlegs," her father answered.
"So, the other one is a Mommy Longlegs?"' the little girl asked.
As his heart soared with the joy of such a cute and innocent question he replied, "No, dear. Both of them are Daddy Longlegs."
The little girl, looking a little puzzled, thought for a moment, then lifted her foot and stomped them flat.
"'Well, we're not having any of that gay shit in our garden, are we, Daddy?" she said.
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I leave it to you, dear readers, to come up with the moral of this story -- its anagogic, moral, theological, and other meanings.
Off you go, then.
posted by Lisa Fox at 5/26/2009 12:33:00 AM
6 Comments:
Anagogic- you sent me to the dictionary on this one:
A mystical interpretation of a word, passage, or text, especially scriptural exegesis that detects allusions to heaven or the afterlife.
Cool words like anagogic are the product of a degree in literature. A handsome income, sadly, is not. :)
Ha, ha... but is it true?
Of course, Göran. All good stories reveal truth.
Small pots also have ears, the saying goes. Must have been one of those cases...
;=)
One assumes rather that there are no remaining daddy long legs in Sydney or for that matter, in Fort Worth.
FWIW
jimB
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