A certain pastor was walking the streets of his parish one day, when he encountered a little girl playing in her front yard, alone. “Where is your mother?” he asked the little girl.

”Asleep,” said the little girl.

”Where is your little brother?”

”He’s asleep too.”

”Aren’t you lonesome, playing all by yourself?”

”No, I like me!”

The pastor, continuing his walk, stopped again when he encountered a little boy. “Sonny boy, who made you?” he asked. “To tell you the truth,” the boy replied, “I ain’t done yet.”

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