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Religious Stories
When Our Lord was buried a hen came and scraped the clay off the grave and a duck came and tried to close it but she was not able and a goose helped her. That is why the rain slide off a ducks and geese and the hen gets wet.
When Our Lord was passing He said to the men who were sowing the barley 
&amp;quot;If anyone is looking for me say I passed the day you were sowing the corn.&amp;quot; The staid &amp;quot;we will say you passed yesterday.&amp;quot; The Lord said &amp;quot;tell no lie&amp;quot;
The did as they were told</transcript><transcribers latestRevisionDate="31/10/2016 20:08:48" xml:whitespace="preserve"><transcriber id="1148">Lynda Roddy Ozzauto</transcriber></transcribers></story></pPage>