Random Reading

This morning I had to grab whatever was handy. What it turned out to be was a paperback of collected folk tales from all over the world. On the way to work, I read some Scottish folk tales, which were pretty short, and this one was funny, and short, so easy to copy here (:

The Minister to his Flock

Aye ye're enjoyin' yoursels noo wi' yer drinkin' and yer women an' yer nights oot at the pictures, and never a thought given to the Word of God, and his great an' terrible laws.

But ye'll change yer tune when ye're doon below in the fiery pit, an' ye're burnin' an' ye're sufferin', and ye'll cry: 'O Lord, Lord, we didna ken, we didna ken.' And the Lord in his infinite mercy will bend doon frae heaven, and say 'Well, ye ken noo.'