|THIS IS HOW WE LIKE TO SPEND OUR MORNINGS|
|ANOTHER LOAD OF BEANS HARVESTED AND READY TO GO|
|LOOKS LIKE PAPA BEAR HAS A GOOD SEAT RIGGED UP FOR MAMA BEAR|
|A NICE MORNING IN THE HULLETT MARSH|
GROANER'S CORNER:(( The summer band class was just getting underway when a large insect flew into the room. The Sixth Graders, eager to play their shiny new instruments, tried to ignore the buzzing intruder, but eventually, one student, Tommy, could stand it no longer. He rolled up his music book and swatted the insect, then he stomped on it to ensure its demise. "Is it a bee?" another student asked. "Nope," Tommy replied. "Bee flat."
The preacher was wired for sound with a lapel mike, and as he preached, he moved briskly about the platform, jerking the cord as he went. Then he moved to one side, getting wound up in the cord and nearly tripping before jerking it again. After several circles and jerks, a little girl in the third pew leaned toward her mother and whispered, "If he gets loose, will he hurt us?"