[pyrnet] Fw: [Mormons-Only] Where is your friend?

["Sandra and Wayne Riner" <rinerw@planetc.com>]

I know y`all will love this!!


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>A man and his dog were walking along a road. The man was enjoying the
>scenery, when it suddenly occurred to him that he was dead. He
>remembered dying, and that the dog had been dead for years. He
>wondered where the road was leading them.
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>After a while, they came to a high, white stone wall along one side
>of the road. It looked like fine marble. At the top of a long hill,
>it was broken by a tall arch that glowed in the sunlight. When he was
>standing before it, he saw a magnificent gate in the arch that looked
>like mother of pearl, and the street that led to the gate looked like
>pure gold. He and the dog walked toward the gate, and as he got
>closer, he saw a man at a desk to one side. When he was close enough,
>he called out, "Excuse me, where are we?"
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>This is Heaven, sir," the man answered. "Wow! Would you happen to
>have some water?" the man asked. "Of course, sir. Come right in, and
>I'll have some ice water brought right up." The man gestured, and the
>gate began to open. "Can my friend," gesturing toward his dog, "come
>in, too?" the traveler asked. "I'm sorry, sir, but we don't accept
>pets."
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>The man thought a moment and then turned back toward the road and
>continued the way he had been going. After another long walk, and at
>the top of another long hill, he came to a dirt road which led
>through a farm gate that looked as if it had never been closed. There
>was no fence. As he approached the gate, he saw a man inside, leaning
>against a tree and reading a book.
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>"Excuse me!" he called to the reader. "Do you have any water?" "Yeah,
>sure, there's a pump over there" The man pointed to a place that
>couldn't be seen from outside the gate. "Come on in." "How about my
>friend here?" the traveler gestured to the dog. "There should be a
>bowl by the pump."
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>They went through the gate, and sure enough, there was an old
>fashioned hand pump with a bowl beside it.  The traveler filled the
>bowl and took a long drink himself, then he gave some to the dog.
>When they were full, he and the dog walked back toward the man who
>was standing by the tree waiting for them.
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>"What do you call this place?" the traveler asked. "This is Heaven,"
>was the answer. "Well, that's confusing," the traveler said. "The man
>down the road said that was Heaven, too."
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>"Oh, you mean the place with the gold street and pearly gates? Nope.
>That's Hell." "Doesn't it make you mad for them to use your name like
>that?" "No. I can see how you might think so, but we're just happy
>that they screen out the folks who'll leave their best friends
>behind."
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