a view from under the pew: requiem for a pet frog

By Gary Mitchell: Religion columnist

Editor’s note: Amos is a churchmouse, who types by hopping on the computer keyboard, but he can’t work the capital shift keys, and he shuns punctuation marks – except hyphens and dashes.

requiem for a pet frog

i noticed sammy
salamander sitting
on a stump all by himself
one day looking so forlorn
and being the psychological
sort of mouse that i am
i decided to observe
animal nature at its best
consoling its fellow
animalkind

sally spider was the first
to wander past sammy who
was noticeably groaning
by now

hey sammy – what s the
matter – what happened

it s probably one of the
greatest tragedies of my life
so far sammy said i m still
just sorta stunned you know

wow – you look like you lost
your best friend sammy

i did sammy nodded petey
the pollywog died

pollywog – yuck – sally said
and hurried away on all eight
of her legs

a dismayed sammy looked
down at the ground – which
wasn t that far away – and
moaned we were as close as
salamanders and frogs
could be

about then louie the songdog
happily padded by – hallelujah
brother praise the lord – hey
what s this down-in-the-mouth
trick

well you see sammy started to
explain my best friend petey
the pollywog died

but louie didn t hear boss
he was on a ministerial roll
well don t you worry about
that he said if he s washed
in the fountain he ll be
swimming down the streets
of gold in frog heaven but
you boy don t you know a
christian ought to be happy -
happy happy happy – now you
need to get the ol joy back in
again – let s see the ol
smileroo

sammy tried to smile but it
just wasn t working boss

attaboy now louie was saying
just keep smiling and praising
the lord and before you know it
the joy will be right back in
there – hallelujah brother – see
ya later – and off louie trotted
wagging his tail
all the way

sometimes boss even our best
attempts at consoling one
another doesn t always work
out for the best
even the most well-meaning
of us can sometimes hurt
when we meant to help
as it says in proverbs
twenty-seven verse fourteen
he that blesseth his friend
with a loud voice
rising early in the morning
it shall be counted
a curse to him

although louie and the others
meant good for sammy s pain
it still came across as
stormy rain in his heart

oops – it looks like i ve run
out of room