A man named Heath Johnson and his furry little pet dog
Anthony were rambling along a street. Heath was relishing in the lovely
scenery, when it struck him that he was dead. Heath remembered dying, and his
faithful Anthony had been dead for years. He speculated as to where this street
was taking them. After a long while, the two travelers came to a tall, grey
stone wall on one side of the street. It looked to be exquisite marble. As
Heath Johnston and Anthony reached the wall, he saw a superb gate in the arch,
and the road that ran up to the entry was finished with pure yellow gold. Heath
and the dog walked toward the gate, and as he got closer, he encountered a man
at a desk.
When he was close, he yelled out, "Hello sir, Please
excuse me, but… where exactly are we?"
"This is heaven, my friend," the kind individual
answered.
"Wow!” Said Heath, “would you happen to have some
water? We have come a long way,"
"Why Of course we do, sir. Please come in. I will have
some icewater brought right up."
The man signaled, and the beautiful gate began to open.
"Can my friend," gesturing toward his dog,
"come in, too?" Heath Johnston asked.
"I'm ever so sorry, good sir, but we do not allow pets
here."
Heath thought a moment, glancing down at his friend and
remembering all of the many years this loyal dog had been with him and then
turned back toward the road and continued the way he had been going.
After an exceptionally long walk Heath and Anthony came to a
thick brown dirt road, which led to a farm gate that looked as if it had never
been closed. There was not a fence. As he neared the large gate, he saw a tall
man within, who was leaning on a tree trunk and reading from a book of some
sort.
"Excuse
me!" Heath called to the man by the tree. "Do you by chance have some
water to spare? We have traveled for a long time and we are thirsty."
"Yes, good sure,
there's a faucet over there." The man pointed to somewhere In the back that
could not be seen from where Heath stood by the gate. "Come on in and you
can help yourself to as much as you would like!"
"And… what about my 4 legged friend here?" the
traveler asked and nodded to his dog Anthony.
"Well I think there will be a small bowl by the faucet;
and he is of corse welcome to share the water."
And so they went in
through the big gate, and indeed, there was an old faucet with a bowl left just
beside it. Heath Johnston filled the bowl and took a long drink, when he was
finished, he gave some to Anthony. After they were each full, Heath and the dog
walked back to the kind man that was by the tree waiting for them.
"May I ask… What do you call this place?"
"This, my good friend is heaven," was the answer.
" That surly
is confusing," said Heath. "The man down the road said that was
heaven, also."
"Oh, do you
mean the place with the gold road and the big beautiful pearly gates? No actually.
That is hell."
"Wow, does it make you mad that they would use your
name like that?"
"Oh No, not
at all. We are just glad they are willing to screen out the people who would
leave behind their best friends in exchange for material things."
The end...........
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