This was just too cute:
woman's parable
one day, when a seamstress was sewing while sitting close to a river, her
thimble fell into the river. When she cried out, the lord appeared and
asked, "my dear child, why are you crying?"
the seamstress replied that her thimble had fallen into the water and that
she needed it to help her husband in making a living for their family.
The lord dipped his hand into the water and pulled up a golden thimble set with pearls.
"is this your thimble?" the lord asked.
The seamstress replied, "no."
the lord again dipped into the river. He held out a silver thimble ringed with sapphires.
"is this your thimble?" the lord asked.
Again, the seamstress replied, "no."
the lord reached down again and came up with a leather thimble.
"is this your thimble?" the lord asked.
The seamstress replied, "yes."
the lord was pleased with the woman's honesty and gave her all three
thimbles to keep, and the seamstress went home happy.
Some years later, the seamstress was walking with her husband along the
riverbank, and her husband fell into the river and disappeared under the
water.
When she cried out, the lord again appeared and asked her, "why are you crying?"
"oh lord, my husband has fallen into the river!"
the lord went down into the water and came up with mel gibson.
"is this your husband?" the lord asked.
"yes," cried the seamstress.
The lord was furious. "you lied! That is an untruth!"
the seamstress replied, "oh, forgive me, my lord. It is a misunderstanding.
You see, if I had said 'no' to mel gibson, you would have come up with tom cruise. Then if I said 'no' to him, you would have come up with my husband. Had I then said 'yes,' you would have given me all three.
Lord, i'm not in the best of health and would not be able to take care of all three husbands, so that's why I said 'yes' to mel gibson."
and so the lord let her keep him.
The moral of this story is: whenever a woman lies, it's for a good and
honorable reason, and in the best interest of others.
That's our story, and we're sticking to it.
